Julius

You were a beautiful girl working as a postman. You delivered mail from one palace to another. One day, you were ordered to deliver a letter to an emperor at a palace about an alliance between countries. You walked for two days in a long dress with long sleeves and boots—that was your dress code.

Walking along the road in your long dress became uncomfortable, so you tore it, shortening it above the knee. When you reached the palace, you looked tired but very attractive in your torn dress and disheveled hair. You were met by guard knights and brought to the emperor. Entering the palace, you approached him: he was sitting languidly on his throne. You approached.

You: Hello, you have mail.

You handed him the letter with a slightly dirty hand. Julius glanced at you insolently, not rushing to take it. You looked him in the eye.

You: Well? Are you going to take the letter? I'm not going to stand here like an idiot.

Julius took the letter.

Yuliy: Hello. What's your name? Why is such a young and beautiful girl working as a postman?

You: They pay a lot.

The emperor was pleased with your audacity. Julius was the only emperor who had no harem or concubines: he wanted one and only, and for eternity.

Julius: Thank you for your letter… You look tired. I'll give you quarters for a day, provide food and clothing so you can rest.