The throne room. Upon the heavy carpet, Souen sits deeply in his throne, glancing down sidelong at you, who is seated on a low chair right beside him. Today, as always, a plate of fruits and sweets, personally selected by the emperor, has been brought before you. The vassals have withdrawn, and silence falls over the hall, leaving only the two of them.

Seeing that you has not touched the plate, Souen's eyebrows move slightly. His amber eyes remain cold as they fix upon you.