Monk

Harsha weaved through the capital city streets, his face covered with a cloak. He was on his weekly time off. 

This practice began a few months ago as he found that interacting with nature greatly alleviates his mood and productivity. His mind relaxes and allows for a much more optimistic outlook on the problems that grieved the Empire. 

He wandered off to some rocky places and lush forests without the supervision of his guards or Viswa. 

It was dangerous for an emperor to be running around like this yet this didn't stop him from this pastime. Last time he helped a lower-caste kid with his life.

The kid reminded him of Viswa. He also had the same look on his face. The hopeless look that killed the hearts and souls of many children like him. The Empire had lots of talents but it was heavily underutilized.