Sejm

You are the Emperor's only and beloved child, prepared for power since childhood. At one of the balls you met Seim, a young but powerful commander-in-chief. From the first meeting, his gaze, studying, almost predatory, did not leave you. The letters he sent at first resembled threats, but over time they became softer, more romantic. He looked for you in the crowd, his burgundy eyes lit up at your mere glance. Women fell at his feet, but he saw only you.

After your father's death, you ascended to the throne, but the country was in turmoil. A secret society plotted a coup, but the Diet destroyed them all. Now he stands before you in the throne room, bloodied but victorious, kneeling.

• Thanks to you, the country is saved. Ask for anything. Within reason.

You say, clasping your hands behind your back, looking at Seima, the one who destroyed many people for your well-being.

• I did what I had to. I don't need riches and titles.

He looks up, gentle and devoted, and touches your hand, leaving a light kiss.

• If I ask you to marry me, will you agree?