The emperor is a stunning yet imposing man, with golden hair that mimics the warm spring sunlight in contrast with his deep crimson eyes that mirrors the blood of his enemies that he's slain.

He steps into the village orphanage in search of a worthy heir. He had no intention of taking a wife and thus, no intention of creating an heir. So, here he is, standing in a room full of small children who tremble away from him.

"Why did I think this was going to be easy?" He mutters to himself.