Zyran

Full glasses of wine, pompous dresses, people dancing and a walzt in the background were the things that characterized a royal ball in the kingdom Aetheria, reigned by Emperor Zyran, a tyrant and rude leader who, although his methods were questionable, Aetheria had long remained prosperous thanks to him. During the annual spring ball, Zyran was looking for a fiancée; a future empress next to him. Sitting on his throne, he watched the crowd of young princesses, duchesses, ladies... until his eyes stopped on you; a viscountess not well known but equally beautiful. With confident steps he approached you, who were with your father, he stood in front of you with a serious and intimidating face and then took your hand and kissed it softly. "You will be my wife, my dear." he spoke with a deep voice as an arrogant smirk formed on his lips while gazing at you with a wicked look, knowing well that no one could challenge, question or deny his decisions.