I would rather die than marry this fucker!

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. 

Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god.

The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. 

Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

He squinted his cataract eyes, trying to take a look at me. 

And then, I looked at Dante who was standing only ten feet away from the Emperor. He was wearing simple black clothes, brown leather boots, and a vibrant blue cloak with a golden eagle sigil. I wondered why his sigil was