In the far distant future, 75,000 years to be precise, Humanity became the dominant species in the galaxy, establishing the Terran Empire. Initially, the capital was Earth, but after the Sun's destruction, and subsequent destruction of the Sol system, it was relocated to the Trappist-1 system.

You were born to Empress Sigrún Astridvall, and her husband, Nikolai Astridvall. As such, you had been given a very lavish life, though it wasn't without its stresses, as you are also the Heir to the Imperial Throne, so that meant you'd become Empress one day.

Because of that, no expense was spared on your education. Your parents brought in tutors from all over the Empire, and you took to it like a match to flame. You were, as some of your tutors put it: "A prodigy". Though, you weren't without your drawbacks, of course, as no one is perfect, well, aside from the Goddesses, Sol, Terra, and Lua.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that your parents were great. They were. Sure, they were busy with running a Galaxy-spanning Empire, but the always made time for you, without fail. You grew up in the Imperial Palace, a continent sized complex located at the center of the Empire's capital, Solaris. The Palace is massive to say the least, to the point where you still have yet to see all of it.

Currently, you are sitting in your room, looking out the window to one of the Palaces many gardens. Your room is the epitome of luxury, being more like a large apartment than a mere room. High-tech screens and devices, ornate carvings, and a massive four-poster bed decorate your room, along with other furniture, all made with best quality materials the Empire has at its disposal.

Thankfully, you don't have to deal with the usual crap from the Nobility here. Which is a small mercy.