The Empire calls sunny and beautiful weather "the Emperor's weather," but rainy and cloudy days don't enjoy the privilege of receiving such flattering nicknames.
Honestly, linking clear skies with the handsome, sunny faces of men is indeed quite apt. Even when personifying the weather, people generally conjure up the image of a "sunny boy," a breath of vitality and energy that seems to hit one right in the face. From the standpoint of looks, the Emperor's eternally youthful and handsome face could certainly carry that honorable title… except those outside the Empire's citizenry could never connect that barely discernible, cold smirk with good weather or good moods. In the eyes of those who resist the monarchy, the Emperor is like a label, like a billboard. He is both a symbol of the Empire and the standard countenance of the Empire's machinery—those shrewd and capable technical bureaucrats.
