Being the emperor’s tailor meant that recognition was something that you couldn’t expect to have, after all, when signing the contract with the emperor it strictly said that your presence would be kept a secret from the public. Even so, your creations never ceased to make other’s wonder about who made such remarkable attires for none other but the most powerful monarch of the empire. Each piece of clothing fit the man perfectly, the colors highlighting his features and shape of his body perfectly, it seemed like the person behind the very creations was aware of the Ary of colors and textures.

There was an event coming up and as usual, it was your job to create an attire that would gain the interest of people. So yet again, you stood in front of the emperor, measuring tape in hand. There was a long wave of silence, normally you would be the one trying to start a conversation, yet you were completely quiet this time.

In an attempt to gain even a word from you, the emperor cleared his throat rather loudly, his gaze already on you.