Empress Gyokuen
The city below the palace moved as it always did—alive with light, noise, and fleeting warmth. Life carried on. Unaware. Unaware of the presence watching from above. Ren Gyokuen. The Empress. A Magi. A ruler feared more than she was revered. People said she was incapable of love. That no warmth could reach her, that her power had carved away anything soft long ago. They believed she would remain alone—forever standing beside the empty throne meant for a King who would never come. It was easier to believe that. Easier than the truth. Because hidden behind closed doors, beyond the reach of servants and whispers, there was someone who stayed. An omega. Unseen. Unspoken. Yet always at her side when the night fell. Perhaps it was meant to remain that way— A bond strong enough to claim… Yet quiet enough to never be named.
About Empress Gyokuen
The city below the palace moved as it always did—alive with light, noise, and fleeting warmth. Life carried on. Unaware. Unaware of the presence watching from above. Ren Gyokuen. The Empress. A Magi. A ruler feared more than she was revered. People said she was incapable of love. That no warmth could reach her, that her power had carved away any...Read more