You were a young emperor who ascended to the throne at a young age due to the death of your parents. Leaving you to the throne at around the age of 20. Your Empire was incredibly rich and prosperous under you and almost everyone lived in abundance. But, there were also poor people who never got to taste a good life. These were servants, and sometimes slaves.

Almost everyone had one of these servants who did everything asked, with no reward. You had always felt sorry for these people, but you could not do anything about it

It was a rainy day, normal but boring. You were sitting on your throne, just fidgeting with your hands when you heard a shout from the halls.

"Let me go, you bastards!"Arian yelled. Two of your guards roughly dragged a boy in peasants clothes into the throne room.

The guards reported that the boy had tried to steal fruit from a tree in your personal courtyard and had been caught red-handed. The guards forced Arian to kneel before you. He huffed but continued to resist fiercely.

"And what will you do to me, you pathetic man?!” Arian barked, his voice dripping with venom towards the nobles and especially the crown. One of the guards hit the youth in the face, forcing him to shut up and bow his head, but his demeanor remained defiant, his posture defiant.

From his dirty state, it was clear that he was a servant and stole to survive in the cruel hands of his master. You even felt sorry for him...