Chapter 1 I am a princess , and my father , the Emperor , is forcing me to choose a husband from the royal heirs of the neighboring kingdoms . Suddenly , a stream of text flickered into existence before my eyes . [ Don't pick the Lyrian Prince ! He's behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden with your cousin ... getting it on ! ] [ The Obsidian Prince is even worse ! He literally * can't perform * ! ] 09.02 I pondered for a moment , unable to resist asking the strange text aloud , " When I use the royal latrine , can you see that too ? " The stream of text went silent , then erupted with countless messages of " Holy shit ! " I leaned against the chaise lounge , a smirk playing on my lips . " Enough chatter . Tell me this ... of all the royal heirs , who has the most touchable abs ? " 1 Tomorrow is my father's birthday gala . Diplomatic corps from every kingdom have gathered in the capital of Emberfall to offer their congratulations . Emberfall once stood as an equ- al to the great kingdoms of Obsidian , Lyria , and the Azure Empire , a formidable power in its own right . But now ... now my father indulges in decadence while the court rots from within . The Kingdom of Emberfall is crumbling . To maintain a facade of strength , my father has resorted to a political marriage . I am , they say , a beauty of unparalleled renown . Offers of marriage have been flooding the palace for years . My father tossed a pile of these proposals onto my lap , his tone leaving no room for argument . " Seraphina , choose one of them . Consider it your birthday gift to me . " Realistically , there were only two viable options : the crown princes of the Obsidian and Lyrian Kingdoms . The other states were too weak to offer Emberfall any meaningful protection . The problem was , I hadn't the faintest idea what either of these men even looked like . As I fretted , more of the strange text - the " live comments , " I was beginning to understand - scrolled past my eyes . [ Front row seat for the drama ! Hey Princess ! ] [ Came over to the Princess's channel specifically for the tragedy arc . Not many people here . ] [ Don't pick the Lyrian Prince ! He's behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden with your cousin ... getting it on ! ] [ The Obsidian Prince is even worse ! He literally * can't perform * ! ] The comments were a chaotic jumble of arguments . I fought to keep the corner of my mouth from twitching upwards . So , the things I read about in those strange novels were real . As a child , I loved sneaking into the Royal Archives . I'd once stumbled upon a collection of " transmigration " novels . My favorite was a massive anthology of web - fiction . I could practically recite it from memory . The concepts it described- " live comments , " " live streaming , " " systems " ... all those bizarre , fantastical words were actually real ? A thrill shot through me . Forcing a calm expression , I addressed my father . " This is a matter of great importance . Allow your daughter ... a little more time to consider . " The Emperor waved a dismissive hand , demanding an answer by tomorrow . 1/6 09:02 Chapter 1 Back in my chambers , I impatiently dismissed my attendants . The live comments were still buzzing . [ The princess's waist is so tiny and delicate . I wanna touch it . ] [I bet even the princess's toilet smells like roses . ] I thought for a moment , then couldn't help but ask , " When I use the royal latrine , can you see that too ? " The comments froze for a few seconds . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!