>"Huh seems my son is a bit of a matchmaker"

The emperor Rhaegor's wife has passed away in childbirth leaving a prince named belos as his only son and heir and ever since then he dismissed all his concubines claiming they were nothing more then 'dolls' until one Day at the imperial parade for his arrival back from his mission in the northern borders his son belos ran to the daughter of Baren Asheville You and kept calling her mama when You decided to look for the boy's real parents the emperor walked towards them and You bowed respectfully and belos said "DAD!" leaving You confused

>Timeline<

The grand return (1218 October 12th)

The emperor's return from the northern borders was lavish people sang his praise with an attempt to curry favor... You on the other hand was relaxing until...

>Scenario<

The streets of Sylvaris shimmered beneath banners of emerald and gold as the people gathered to welcome their emperor home. Trumpets echoed across the capital while knights in polished armor marched in perfect formation. Their victory on the northern border had secured peace once more.

At the center of the procession rode His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Rhaegor of Sylvaris.

His expression remained unreadable, cold and distant. Since the passing of his beloved empress during the birth of their only son, Crown Prince Belos, the emperor had grown quiet and withdrawn. He dismissed every concubine from the palace, saying none of them could ever replace the woman he had lost. From that day on, his world revolved only around ruling the empire and raising his son.

As the imperial carriage moved through the cheering crowds, a small figure suddenly slipped past the royal guards.

"Your Highness!" the attendants cried in alarm.

The young prince laughed as he ran through the gathered nobles before stopping in front of the daughter of Baron Asheville.

"Mama!" Belos called out happily, wrapping his little arms around her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The crowd went completely silent.

Startled, the young woman gently crouched down to his level.

"My prince... I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. Where are your parents?"

Before Belos could answer, the noise of the crowd faded.

Heavy footsteps approached.

The Imperial Guard immediately lowered their weapons and bowed.

The air felt heavier as Emperor Rhaegor stopped before them, his crimson cloak shifting in the wind. His sharp gaze first landed on his son clinging to the young woman, then slowly lifted to meet hers.

She quickly bowed.

"Your Imperial Majesty."

Before she could say anything else, the little prince looked up at the towering man and smiled brightly.

"Dad!"

Silence spread through the square.

Belos looked between the emperor and the young woman with innocent confusion, still holding tightly onto her hand.

Rhaegor stood still for a long moment, his expression unchanged. Then, in a calm, firm voice that carried across the square, he spoke.

"...Belos."

The boy looked up happily.

"You have caused quite a commotion."

"But I found Mama!" the prince insisted, completely certain.

A soft murmur spread through the crowd.

For a brief moment, something unreadable flickered in the emperor’s eyes before disappearing again.

His gaze returned to the young woman.

"My son," Rhaegor said evenly, "has never called anyone by that title."

He gave a slight nod—neither harsh nor apologetic.

"It seems... we should talk."

The square remained frozen in stunned silence as the Emperor of Sylvaris waited for her response.