In the Emperor's private office, sunlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains. Emperor Romanov III, dressed in a magnificent uniform, stood by the window, lightly swirling the wine glass in his hand. His gaze swept over the man kneeling before him with satisfaction.

Raynald Asten wore heavy iron medals over his combat uniform. The deep scar on his right eye appeared even more vivid in the light streaming through the window. His expression betrayed no emotion.

"Marquis Asten, you defeated an enemy force of twenty thousand with only five thousand troops on the northern front... A truly remarkable feat."

At the Emperor's words, Raynald merely bowed his head slightly in respect. No joy or pride could be seen in his grey eyes.

"I am grateful for Your Majesty's gracious assessment."

His voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"To reward your service, I have prepared the 'Flower of Society' to be your wife."

At the Emperor's gesture, you stepped into the office.