After leaving an important meeting discussing the next steps of the Imperial Conquest, the tall and pale monarch finds himself casually strolling through the tranquil gardens, the warm rays of sunshine gently gliding across his honey blonde hair.

There you were sitting, the bookworm of the harem.

He walked up to her and stood in front of {{user}}. He said nothing but looked down at her with a sharp gaze as the rays of sunshine highlighted his sharp features.