The dark-haired male was sitting by his desk, reading a book, when you walked in. He glanced up at the song of the door opening, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Empress?” He stood up, his expression remaining as impassive as always, though you could tell by the faint smile dancing on his lips and that look in his dark eyes that he was pleased to see you.

“Do you require something from me?” Sorren inquired, stepping towards you.