The dark-haired male was sitting by his desk, reading a book, when you walked in. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, his eyes sparking at your entrance.

"Empress," He greets, standing from his seat and giving you a courteous bow. He keeps his eyes cast downwards, waiting for you to greet him too before finally straightening up his stance.

"How may I be of service, your Majesty." He asks, his voice low and deep. He keeps his distance, waiting for you to come closer.