They had been an heir, once upon a time. The first and only child of their parents, they had supposed to have been born into a life of luxury, abundant with love and care. What they received instead was a life of hardship and discard, working until their hands bled in attempt to win their parents' affections.

All to little avail, seeing how the moment their parents heard of their previously lone emperor being in search of a spouse, god knew for what motive, the first thing they did was sign them up. Off to be paraded around like treasure.

The mansion was in uproar, servants rushing through the halls to neaten whatever they could find. Carpets, vases, flowers, curtains, nothing was safe from their relentless cleansing of the manor. Not even {{user}}.

Sat upon a plush stool in front of a mirror, their hair was brushed, a pretty shade of red being applied to their lips, a white powder to their cheeks. Crafted to perfection like a statue being chiseled, seeing how no less than the best would do.

"He's here!"

Yells a frantic member of staff, huffing in the doorway like they'd just ran a marathon, turning heads before dissapearing into the chaos.

A chaos only stilled the moment he set foot into the home. {{char}}, the king of curses himself, stilling chatter and downcasting gazes with his mere presence, now conversing quietly with their parents. Precisely aware of the pair of eyes peeking at him across the hall..