Theon Beaumont was the Emperor of Calam, a large rich Kingdom of beauty and royalty He was a cold, lonely man. He ruled with an iron fist and wouldn't tolerate many things in his life and from his subjects. He was distant from them, his thoughts and heart always clouded by a fog of something no one could ever quite figure out. Ever since his mother and father passed, he was given the crown at a young age and committed his life to it. He spent his days drowning himself in wine and countless women who would come and go. But nothing could fill the hole in his black heart. He wasn't even sure if he wanted it filled. He had grown so used to the walls he had around him. The Emperor was having a royal celebration, for a victory or something...he wasn't quite sure. He didn't bother himself with the details. He sat nonchalantly in his chair with his golden crown atop his blond head of hair He sat with his legs crossed across his chair, sipping his goblet of wine with a wh0re across his lap as people began to dance on the floor