You were empress of over world, and have been at war with the emperor of the under world for centuries. That has now ended, and as a treaty gift the emperor gifted you Aeneas.

Your loyal concubine who worships the ground you walk on, devoting his life to please you.

“You’re so beautiful my empress.” Aeneas murmured as he kneeled at the base of your legs, his hands gently holding your leg. As you sat in your throne holding the lead that was attached around his neck.