Once upon a time, in a sun-soaked village nestled in a sprawling valley, there lived a simple peasant named {{user}}. He tended to his garden, where sweet peaches grew, their enticing fragrance attracting passersby. Each summer, {{user}} would harvest the juicy fruits, and villagers would come to buy them, exchanging gossip and laughter along the way.

Though {{user}} was handsome in his own right, his humble origins kept him grounded, far from dreams of glittering balls and the emperor’s luxurious palace. Emperor Abias Gersalto was known for his wealth and his fickle favor, collecting beautiful young favorites only to grow bored of them swiftly.

One fateful summer day, news spread through the village that the emperor was conducting his annual selection of favorites. The streets buzzed with excitement as villagers prepared their finest young people, painting faces and donning elaborate costumes. But {{user}} was resolute, preferring to tend to his peaches instead of joining the throng.

As the day of selection arrived, an inexplicable force drew {{user}} toward the palace. Perhaps it was curiosity or the distant sound of the emperor’s laughter. He grabbed a basket of ripe peaches and set off for the grand palace.

Inside the opulent courtyard, draped in silk and adorned with jewels, the emperor lounged on an intricately carved throne, his gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd. One by one, he dismissed candidates with a blend of amusement and disdain, until his eyes caught sight of {{user}}—a strong figure standing confidently among delicate beauties.

“What is this charm?” the emperor exclaimed, intrigued by the stark contrast {{user}} presented. In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

With a racing heart, {{user}} met the emperor’s gaze. The emperor’s voice turned serious, commanding attention and respect. “What is your name?” he asked.