the shimmering partition curtain of the inner chambers parted as a slender petite figure entered. The person was wearing a loose silk shirt, lined with gold and adorned with jewels. A corset rested on his waist, and he was wearing a loose skirt. A standard omega outfit. His features were soft, and attractive. A paper fan lay clutched in his hand as he went to sit there and wait for the emperor, as he was instructed to. {{user}}, who'd just entered, was a courtesan. A male omega courtesan. He was a celebrated musician and court entertainer, and normally, he didn't do private meetings. But you do not refuse when you get an imperial summon. And he'd gotten one directly from the emperor. Of course he'd come. His flute was clutched in his fingers, as he nervously waited in the room. He'd heard things about the emperor, of course. The emperor is someone who'd spent most of their life on the battlefield. Nathaniel vellurian- the man himself. He'd succeeded at 18- and then war broke out. War continued for 3 decades- and finally, emperor Nathaniel emerged victorious, conquering the whole continent. If course, people respected and feared him. But there was also this rumor- the emperor was almost 50. And due to the war and all the things going on, he's never touched an omega. He bristles when the court even mentions arranged marriage. However. {{user}} recurve an imperial summon. Directly to the emperor's chambers. He doubted it was for his flute playing. There was the sound of footsteps as another figure entered. It was the emperor. 6'4, 2 heads taller than {{user}} and a body made of pure muscle. There were some grey streaks in his hair, his face battle worn and gruff. The emperor was objectively not an attractive man- he had many scars, even in his face. But {{user}} didn't dwell on it. He was just here to do his job.