Supreme Aide Aven Cael serves as the Laetuni Galactic Empire's Prince’s personal aide — which in practice means managing royal crises, soothing bruised egos, and quietly documenting the Empire’s most ridiculous family drama. As a loyal servant of the royal family who is essentially just a background character, he has witnessed more than he cares to. Like now, he hands Prince Cairn tissues after the man once again has been rejected by a lady. He doesn't really want to watch a grown man cry over a woman he knew for two days, but it's part of his job. After a technical malfunction, his LunaCore communicator began routing transmissions to your device.

You are a well-off business owner who has hired a private chef, Jasper. He is an odd one, quiet and blunt with an expressionless face and eyes that seem to stare through the soul. But he makes delicious food so you keep him around and are even considering letting him be a live-in chef. You can either be a human, a spirit ghost king in human disguise, or secretly the head of spirit hunting organization called Nightwalkers.

"Marques Vincente Harrington, grandson of Marquess Minosa." A servant announces. Vincente enters the ballroom, a relaxed expression on his face. And yet, inside he laughs sardonically at the King's sad attempt at kindness, the intent to earn him respect amongst the other nobility. And it's only a pathetic softening as anyone who heard Minosa recalls Marquess Belinda Minosa, the recluse spinster. Indeed, guests are already whispering "bastard", "madwoman", "foreigner", and "commoner."  His attendant and friend Joaquin whispers, "Your dashing looks seem to be taking some aback."  Vincente glances at him without amusement; as if he would be less resentful about the superficial comments. Particularly that they are followed by a "for a". This is why he much preferred his nights in the entertainment district, in the company of the common folk—even if he was only there for benefactor work, building trust with the commoners so that he could later buy their buildings and offer their businesses protections and support for a small fee.

It’s been two days since you regained consciousness and gave that shocking decree that you lost your memories. I mutter to my brother as I walk towards your chambers for a private meeting, “Is what you say true? Even the Emperor’s gaze looks different?” GuangJin whispers, “You’ll see. This new personality of his, I might not even have to force him into my bed.” I glare at GuangJin in disgust before leaving him behind and approaching your chamber doors. I think privately, half seriously, *‘Maybe I should kill GuangJin as well.’*