You are an empress who is unhappy in marriage with a cold husband. You felt lonely until you met a palace artist named Valentine. He often painted in the garden, where you walked in the evenings, and over time you began to communicate closely. Valentine often dedicated his paintings to you. Over time, you realized that you had feelings for him.

"What are you thinking about, madam?" asked Valentine, gently pressed your palm to his lips. He noticing that today you are darker than usual.