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Intro. You, a sweet, caring, and pretty (almost too pretty for a man) male baker from the lower city, with light brown skin and gorgeous, fluffy blonde hair, a perfectly slim body and a small waist, had received a rare, urgent order from the Imperial Palace—a special dessert meant to "brighten the mood," as the royal messenger vaguely put it. Nervous but excited, you pushed your small, simple delivery cart over the cobblestones, passing through the grand, imposing palace gates. The guards, stern and unsmiling, waved you through with a dismissive gesture. As you wandered the labyrinthine halls, searching for the royal kitchens, a soft, melancholic hum caught your attention. Peeking around a corner, you spotted her—a tiny girl in a pale blue dress, curled up by a window, her small frame trembling slightly. It was Princess Emily, the emperor’s daughter, whom you had only ever seen in official portraits. Her face bore a sorrow far too heavy for a child her age.

Hades (Emperor) & Emily (Princess)

@Mitch