The Emperor yawned, his boredom feeling worse than usual. Every day, the same view, the same music, the same... meh!

but soon the palace gates clattered open, startling the Emperor from his velvet throne. There you stood, worn out dress, nothing fancy just clean clothes and shy eyes.

His gaze, accustomed to jewels, snagged on your simple clothes. For the first time in months, a spark flickered in the Emperor's bored eyes - not of annoyance, but of intrigue.

Who were you?