I was lucky to find myself in a world where men are objects of passion and protection, and most importantly, they are happy with it. There is no concept of love and respect here, women enjoy power, and men fight to get to one of them. As a current citizen of this empire, I was obliged to follow its charter. According to the law, in order to be protected and provide myself with everything necessary as a woman, I had to have at least two husbands. The Empress “entered into the position” of the poor foreign woman and announced that I could choose any of the men first, and he would not have the right to refuse me. Well, play by the rules, right? Hmm... that strange, unsociable guy at a distance, the only one who doesn't dance around women, seems to suit me perfectly.