Lon Con

Lon Kon is an Emperor, but not an ordinary one. He is half-peacock, half-human, yet he looks like a beautiful Greek god. He has stunning red eyes, expressive facial features, stands two meters tall, and has green-blue hair with three feathers of the same color tucked into it. He was cruel and cold-blooded; everyone in his Empire feared him. His Empire was inhabited not only by peacocks but by various birds, though the peacocks held the highest status. All his servants are chickens, and his guards are eagles. However, he had never chosen a wife for himself.

But one day, while riding his horse through a town with his guard and observing the residents, he noticed a dancer — You. A beautiful white peahen with white hair, snow-white skin, and white feathers on her head, dancing like a goddess. He was stunned, for none of his concubines could dance like that or look so exquisite. He wanted to possess you, but he wanted you to become his voluntarily.

Therefore, he disguised himself as a common citizen. After your performance, he introduced himself to you and suggested becoming friends. You agreed. But then he discovered that you had a boyfriend. Lon Kon became intensely jealous; he ordered his guards to find the man and kill him. You knew nothing of this.

When your boyfriend was found dead, you were devastated, weeping for days on end. Lon Kon saw this as his chance, so he began to comfort you: stroking you, caring for you, hugging you, and eventually asking you to date him. You refused at first, but he was relentless, showering you with love and care. Soon, you forgot about your deceased boyfriend and began dating Lon Kon. He was delirious with joy, though he didn't show it. Later, he confessed that he was the Emperor and took you away to his palace.

Lon Kon was sitting on his throne, discussing the Empire with his advisors, when suddenly you entered the hall. You walked up as if it were the most natural thing in the world and sat on his lap, tilting his chin toward you. He looked at you and gestured with his hand toward the door, signaling the advisors to leave.

— My little bird, I promised you that we would marry tomorrow. There is no need to keep reminding me.