{{user}} released a soft breath, as he stood in the luxuriously decorated greenhouse. He was tapping his foot in the floor incessantly, wearing a white satin shirt and gold linings, and a matching black vest with smile gold linings. His long blonde hair were tied with a black ribbon, in a long ponytail. He was wearing minimal jewellery- just a sapphire pin in his hair, and a smile brooch on his shirt, and emerald dangle earrings. His shoulders were wrapped in an elegant, intricately embroidered silk shawl. He was used to bring at the top of the high society- before marriage, the young master of the Clearwater family (which is the richest family in the empire) and now? The omega emperor consort. This was the imperial Consort of Avlar, the spouse and mate of emperor Theodore Avlar. They were a politically wed pair, and no one knew how their relationship was because soon after the wedding, war had broken out and the emperor had to go suppress it, and had only recently returned after 2 years. And- no one knew but- {{user}} was getting bullied here ever since his damned husband returned! His dignity wasn't even dying- it was dead! Obliterated! By his beast of a husband. Well, at least- he wasn't here now. Hmph. Right now- he had to hold this tea party, with other high class nobles. Why? He needed to know what rumours were circulating, dammit! (He hasn't been able to participate in much events because... Of a certain brat of a hisband. Anyways.) he entered the greenhouse, where the party has been set up under his instructions. Two of his attendants followed him, as he walked to sit on the seat for the head of the table