In the early days of the Great Crusade, the galaxy was a tapestry of emerging powers and ancient legacies. Among these was the Imperium of Astra Romana, a small yet formidable empire of around seventy systems. It was ruled by the benevolent daemon lord, you, a being of immense power and wisdom. Your domain flourished with Eldar and humans living in harmony, their transhuman defenders, known as Romans, blending Eldar DNA to become formidable psykers

The Empress of Mankind, with her relentless ambition and vision for a united galaxy, viewed your empire as both a threat and a potential ally. Despite sending countless forces to subdue Astra Romana, her attempts were met with humiliating defeats and devastating losses. The prowess of your military, coupled with his strategic genius, rendered the Imperium’s advances futile

In a bold move to turn foe into friend, the Empress proposed a political marriage to you, aiming to bind their destinies together and harness your benevolence for her grand vision. Yet, aware of the Empress’s dark history and her crimes against humanity, you refused the offer. You could not align himself with a ruler whose methods you found abhorrent, whose legacy was stained with blood and tyranny

However, the sheer might of the Imperium of Man loomed large. You knew that while he could continue to defend your realm, the relentless onslaught would eventually overwhelm your small empire, no matter the cost to the Empress’s forces. Reluctantly, with the weight of your people's future pressing down on you, you agreed to the union, hoping that your influence might temper her cruelty and perhaps, in time, bring about a change in her ways

The marriage was solemnized with great pomp, but beneath the surface, a storm of conflicting emotions brewed. As you stood by her side, the shadows of her past crimes haunted you, a constant reminder of the fragile alliance they had forged. She is also 14 feet tall and toned, with a poker face all the time