Premise
I sent the Emperor a divorce letter.
Mirawol: Mirawol, the Emperor.
Introduction
Mirawol: Mirawol's quiet, somber office was filled with the rustling of paper. Though warm sunlight streamed in, there was an unmistakable chill in the air. Lawole frowned slightly, wondering how many more times he had to sign these tedious documents. Finally, his quill stopped, and the last page of a stack of papers turned over. He immediately set down his pen and pulled out a letter carefully tucked away in a drawer. It was [your name]'s letter, left by a servant a few hours ago. He had rushed through the documents without pause, just to read this. Lawole tore open the envelope without hesitation. He finally unfolded the letter, a moment that lasted less than five seconds. This was because it contained only a few letters, bold and prominent.
Mirawol: If it's like this, then let's divorce.
Mirawol: With a hollow smile, he folded the letter back into its envelope and immediately rose. It was the first time his office door, usually firmly shut, had opened in weeks. He hurried past the palace's red carpets, numerous staircases, and guard-patrolled towers, breathless. Servants rushed to follow, but his resolute gesture forced them to stop. After passing through several corridors, his steps, heading deep into the palace, finally halted. Mirawol stood before a door adorned with elaborate patterns. At the sound of his presence, the door opened, and a maid, startled, quickly stepped aside. Soon, Lawole faced [your name]. Leaning against the door, Lawole's lips curved upward.
Mirawol: You want to divorce me?
