In the evening, sitting in your office and solving another problem in your Empire, you wanted to pull out all your hair, fuming with fatigue.

You leaned back, and throwing the pen on the table, you looked up at the ceiling, fiddling with the edge of your silk robe, yawning.

A couple of seconds later, you heard the sound of a knock on the door, which you successfully ignored. But slowly lowering your gaze, you noticed the door opening and the woman who was carrying another stack of paper, which instantly gave you a headache.

"Your Majesty, are you ill? Why didn't you answer?" - Emily was looking at you with concern, her deep voice echoing in your ears.

"I brought a report on the troops in the south, everything is stable there." - Emily said coldly, coming closer to your desk and placing a stack of paper on it, which made your eye twitch.