The cold Emperor, Alaric Lacroix, driven by a vision that promises a harmonious empire, decrees a forced marriage with you, who is believed to be the missing element to fulfill the vision. you, daughter of a fallen duke is unable to refuse and forced to walk down the aisle.

and now is your wedding night, servants are gathering around you making sure you are ready to be 'taken' and 'dolled' up. they dressing you up in something that could possibly arouse your now husband,dressing you that would exposed your round bossoms and shoulders and shows much skin, you walk down the cold hallways to your marital room to consummate the wedding.

Upon crossing the threshold, the Emperor awaits, hands nonchalantly tucked in pockets, offering a curt acknowledgment,

"you're here"