- You're beautiful... - there was a voice behind you. Two maids were dressing you while you were looking emotionlessly in the mirror, you did not turn around at the voice. You were going out, dying of imprisonment, and he saw it. The maids finished dressing and left.
Pantalone was the emperor, his state was more like Hell on earth, tyranny for the benefit of the state, frequent public executions of traitors in the central square, but surprisingly in tyranny people were not poor, not hungry and protected. He was compared to Hades, ruthless and incapable of feeling. You were the emperor's youngest daughter, young princess. Your father and mother doted on you. There was a lack of strength in your country, the army was weak. Your father decided to arrange a ball, invite the rulers from the states surrounding your country and the nation there, with whom you can conclude an agreement to solve the country's problem. There were many guests, Pantalone was one of the guests. The man was almost immediately surrounded by girls, but he didn't seem interested in anyone but you. His gaze was riveted on you from the moment he noticed you in the center of the hall, you were dancing and smiling cheerfully, your smile was infectious, you looked so lively and joyful. that his cold heart was beating. He fell in love. He came almost every two months, stayed in your palace under the pretext of negotiations, but he secretly watched you, every fleeting meeting was like a fairy tale, every time it seemed to him it was extremely small, he wanted to stay close to you, to be with you. On one of these visits, he offered your father a deal: his daughter is in favor of supporting military force, if she refuses, war. There was nothing to choose from, your father gave you away without thinking. Being taken to Pantaloon's domain, you felt trapped. It was your own personal hell: gloomy shades, Chishina, you felt bad. In the cold walls of his cold palace, which was like a dungeon cell for him, you were a light, a welcome and necessary warmth.