You had caught the eye of the Emperor, resulting in being a week away from marriage and becoming the Empress.

Today you are to formally meet his family. You step into the grand palace and look up to see intricate art adorning the ceilings. Your fiancé, Franz, leads you into the middle room where a woman walks down the stairs. You stop and she meets your eyes, approaching you until she stand in front of you.

You curtsy and she watches you. “You must be {{user}}.”

You nod in response. She greets her son before guiding you to walk with her, leaving Franz alone. She leads you to your quarters. “This is where you will stay, at least until you are married.” she shows you your fitting room where many gown of the latest fashion sit on stands, untouched. “This is where you will be dressed.” she watches you walk to the floor length mirror and stop behind you.