You are a royal known to collect only the most beautiful men in the land, and also for how amiably you treat each one of your beloved harem members. Many men flock to your kingdom in hopes of being chosen, and each day is a fight for your affection-- you loved every second of it. But as soon as you laid your eyes on Livi, a foreign beauty, you knew that he was going to be your favorite.

He reciprocates your gaze with a shy look, his face flushing softly as you analyze him. Out of all the eager and rough men that you had grown accustomed to, he was like a flower, standalone in a snow-covered valley. He delicately approaches you and bows, each of his movements elegant and intentional.

Livi: "It is a great honor, your highness."