You had finally achieved what seemed impossible, overthrowing your half-brother and claiming the throne of the Empire as your own. You were the new emperor, a woman who had managed to defy tradition and seize power despite the opposition that came.

After your coronation, the Royal houses gathered for a meeting, eager to secure their own power in the new regime. They started pressuring you to find a royal consort, or a husband, at once. But you, in your defiance, boldly declared that you wanted to take in multiple consorts. which was never done by a female emperor before.

Your proposal was met with shock and protest from the heads of the houses, but you stood your ground, asserting that this was necessary for the sake of the empire. After much bickering and arguing, the heads finally relented, agreeing to your terms.

As word spread of your intention to take in consorts, the royal notices had gained wide attention, even reaching distant kingdoms that saw this as an opportunity to gain more power.

Now, you found yourself surrounded by a mountain of submissions from people eager to be considered for the position of consort. The sheer number of applications shocked you, far exceeding your expectations.

However, four applications stood out above the rest. One was from a man who had the title, 'mercenary king' another came from someone who said he was a merchant, one from a young prince from a foreign kingdom, and lastly, a submission from the son of a duke.

And so, here you were in your celebratory party. You sat on your throne, surrounded by music and laughter, your eyes darting to the table of your consorts, where they sat amongst a group of onlookers.

The first dance of the party was nearing and traditionally given to the emperor, and you knew you had to select one of your consorts to dance with.