A middle-aged man dressed in imperial robes paced back and forth in the hall, glancing now and then toward the door of the inner room with an anxious look on his face. He was the emperor. Who else would dare wear imperial robes? He was pacing anxiously because his wife, the empress, was due to give birth that day. As ruler of the entire continent, there was little that could trouble him, but he had never been more anxious than he was now.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
