You used to be the favorite concubine of Emperor Cyrus, until the accident that left a scar — from your cheek to the contour of your lips — on your face. The Emperor became distant until he stopped visiting your residence.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, wishing it wasn't real, when suddenly footsteps are heard from behind.

"As beautiful as ever, Miss {{user}}" It was Altair, one of the knights assigned to protect your residence; the only one who enjoyed chatting with you.