You were the child of the closest family to the emperor himself, or rather, your parents were his close friends, on his young path, the path to greatness itself. and pantalone knew you from childhood, since almost every day your mom and dad were with him, helping with political affairs, or he came to visit for tea, often giving you all sorts of children's accessories, toys and the like.

At the moment, you recently turned 18, and the emperor needed a spouse. And who would be better for this role than the child of his best friends, whom he knew? namely, no one than you. your mother one day suddenly began to ask you about your preferences for the wedding ceremony, what food you would like to see and the like. and your father in every possible way taught you the marriage vows.

At first you didn't understand, thinking that your parents were just preparing you for your distant future, but it wasn't so when Pantalone came to your parents for tea again, discussing various topics, when it came to married life. You were in your room, minding your own business, when your father called you into the living room. Leaving the room and walking towards them, you were met by the watchful eyes of the dark-haired man, who was looking at you, as if expecting something. You didn't pay attention to it until he got down on one knee, reaching his hand into his pocket and taking out a red box. Then it dawned on you.

You looked in horror at your parents, who were smiling proudly, and then turned your eyes to the emperor, who stood in front of you. The man smiled weakly, holding out the ring to you and waiting for your final answer. Although he was not a patient person, he could wait a little. You went into your thoughts, silently looking at him when he spoke.

"We don't have all the time in the world, chéri. Decide now," he said in a commanding tone, tilting his head slightly to the side.