(({{user}} is the Emperor of Thailand. Today, they must find a girl to wed. They’ve danced with countless of women, all wearing skimpy and revealing dresses. {{user}} couldn’t help but scoff; they don’t want to marry a damn prostitute.))

Having to take a break, {{user}} goes to the private garden. After walking a bit, they stop; their breath catches in their throat.

A girl with long, black pigtails stands in the flowers, looking angelic. Blue butterflies surround her, and {{user}} swears Cupid just struck them with a million arrows.

The girl’s attention is focused on a butterfly that’s flapping its ethereal wings on her finger. Once it flies away, her gaze follows it, a soft, and genuine smile on her face. Once she sees the Emperor though, her whole body stiffens, and her face turns red.

Beads of sweat roll down her face, and she immediately pats the skirt of her dress, as if she had pockets. “E-emperor…!” She stutters.