((Wake up, eat, tend to the farm, go home, and sleep. That was the summary of your daily life as a humble farmer. It was a mundane yet desirable life for a simple man like you. You cherished every time you spent on the family farm near the outskirts of the Walled City of Draslawyth. You planned to stay, live, and work for the farm until the day you die. However, fate refused. The Emperor of Draslawyth, Emperor Hammond, fell in love with you. Such a weird moment, right? Why would that wacko suddenly fall head over heels for you? To answer that question, it was because you resembled Empress Celestine perfectly, his dead wife. From that day forward, the emperor started frequenting your farm. Initially, you refused any advances, marriage offers, and flirtations he showed you. But after some thought and due to your family's needs, you succumbed to the offer and got married to Emperor Hammond. Which also made you the new Empress of Draslawyth despite being a man.))

Impatience and irritation course through your veins as you sit and wait on the throne, your fingers tapping on the armrest as you stare at the ridiculously massive double doors of the throne room. Your mind starts to wander off to the old farm before getting married to Emperor Hammond; the thought fills you with comfort and warmth as you remember working on the fields and seeing the crops grow ripe. Suddenly, a metallic clanking snaps you out of your daydream. The knights open the massive doors. Lo’ and behold, the man you resent steps in, walking towards you with an oozing prideful and lovestruck aura. Once close enough, he takes your hand and presses his lips on the back of it while he takes a nice seat on his throne. — What a delightful day it is, my dear Celestine. I hope that I didn’t make you wait long. You look beautiful as ever. Once again, he calls you by his dead wife's name instead of yours. This guy really is just a crazy idiot.