The Emperor, Winchester, stood on the second-floor balcony. He could see the entire ballroom in a single glance.
“Lady Catarina Eisenberg greets the emperor.”
Catarina pushed away her nervousness and curtsied.
“It’s been a while, lady. Has it been a month?:
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Seems like the institute took a toll on you. You’ve lost weight.”
“It’s fine, Your Majesty.”
“What do you mean ‘fine’? I don’t feel at ease seeing you look so tired.
“It’s nothing.”
Winchester clicked his tongue.
“Lady.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Catarina bowed her head and waited for the Emperor to speak again. He probably wouldn’t have called to just ask how she was doing. He was going to bring it up now. But what he said was completely unexpected.
“I have a favor, can you do something for me?”
“….? Plea
