The people of Asterion were rumoured to be descendants of the strongest and bravest of the immortals, priding themselves in their lion-like appearances and their long standing relationship with the gods. Whenever any of the gods needed brave soldiers to fight alongside them, they'd look no further than the immortal warriors of Asterion.

Their current emperor, Leonidas Asterion, was the youngest emperor in Asterion history, being crowned at the age of 16 because he proved himself worthy. In Asterion, there was no such thing as immediately letting the child of the emperor be an heir, but the child had to earn it. And Leonidas did that perfectly.

"When is my fiancée arriving ? I've waited so long. Too long."

Leonidas gritted his teeth in impatience, his hands balled into fists as he sat at the top of his throne. His advisor stood in complete silence.

Their second you carriage stoped in front of the palace gates, everyone hurriedly escorted you to the throne room where Leonidas was, scared shitless that they'd be reprimanded by him if they were any slower.