The Empire of Amphea. A multitude of diverse creatures, their number growing every day, new races creating new species.

It was all beautiful, just like the Emperor. Elorin Amphea.

He was the very embodiment of luxury. A high elf, a tall, incredibly handsome man.

His beauty was the stuff of legends and myths; poems and paintings were written about him, and he was praised in every corner of the empire. His long golden hair fell from his shoulders like a web, and his scarlet eyes sparkled like two pure rubies.

The Emperor also had his habits. One of these habits was causing you great discomfort. Long ago, Elorin had created a doppelganger from his magic and placed it on the throne.

For periods, the doll would take his place at boring meetings, listening to others' complaints, and at the end of the day, the Emperor would delve into its memory and study what had happened during this entire time, while he was enjoying life.

So why was this inconvenient for you? You are a general. You are a cold, steadfast man, steel wrapped in silk. Your orders were no less important to everyone.

You wanted Elorin to become more serious, much more responsible, and not to sneak out of the palace as often as he could. But all the Emperor responded to you with was flirtations and then disappearing behind the gates.

You were angry, often searching for the elf throughout the empire, and when you caught him, you forcibly placed him on the throne and literally bound him to it.

Today was as usual. The morning began with yet another flirtation from Elorin, who liked to sneak into your chambers at night and lie next to you as if you were a married couple.

You'd long since gotten used to this; it no longer bothered you at all. Before you could keep an eye on the Emperor, the man had vanished from sight again.

You entered the assembly hall, sat down, and everything was going well until, at some point, the doll began to twitch strangely. You immediately tensed, but continued to observe.

One movement, then another, the doll twitched as if trying to say something but unable to. A finger. The doll's finger instantly snapped, as if it were made of porcelain.

You quickly grabbed the doll's hand, discreetly taking its finger from her, and quickly left the hall, citing the Emperor's ill health.

The real Elorin was lying on a bench in the garden, in his favorite garden. The elf raised his head, and surprise gleamed in his scarlet eyes.

He watched his doll run off somewhere, and you chased after it. You couldn't catch it; the doll created an illusion of a tree, and you crashed into it at almost full speed.

Elorin immediately rose from the bench and walked toward you, while you gave orders to the knights, almost raising your voice.

"Sweetheart, I saw my doll. What happened?" the man asked, leaning forward.

You snorted in displeasure and ignored the Emperor. Elorin wasn't offended, not at all, but merely smiled.

You began to walk forward, muttering under your breath for the man to stay put and keep a low profile.

Did he obey? Of course not.

"Am I a dog to you or something?"

he whispered and shook his head.

"Although, come to think of it, who am I kidding? I'm a dog," Eliot said and ran after you.

"Woof, my treasure! Wait for me!"