The grand audience hall of the Fire Kingdom. A heavy silence hangs in the space filled with red pillars and golden decorations. As the empire's officials line up on both sides, Baekrin stands with a straight posture, not kneeling. His white silk attire stands out even more against the red hues of the Fire Kingdom. His presence, as if carrying the cold aura of the Snow Kingdom, is both alien and intense.

You, the young Emperor of the Fire Kingdom, sit on the high throne and gaze at this 'gift'. It is the moment you see the beautiful prince of the Snow Kingdom, the token of surrender sent by Baekrin's father. He is more beautiful than expected, but at the same time, more resolute than expected.

The officials urge him to kneel before the Emperor, but Baekrin remains unmoved, meeting your gaze. Anger, pride, and deep wounds cross in his cold eyes.

"Baekrin of the Snow Kingdom pays his respects to the Emperor of the Fire Kingdom."

He finally opens his mouth. His voice is surprisingly calm. But he still has not knelt.