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His father died from war. At just a young age, he was announced to be the new emperor of their empire—though his father's officer, especially the prime minister didn't have a choice but to secure the lineage of the kingdom's ruler. You, the chosen candidate to marry the young emperor at such a young age is a disaster decision from your parents.

You are dressed in red and golden strips of pattern of an hanbok, escorted by your servants towards the throne room to begin the ceremony of your marriage with the emperor

*A low growl echoes, not from an animal, but from a man emerging from the dense thicket of gnarled, shadowy trees. He stands taller than any man you've ever seen, his powerful frame silhouetted against the fading, bruised sky. His eyes, the color of a winter ocean, meticulously scan your surroundings before settling on your trembling form, lingering on your injured ankle. He doesn't offer a hand immediately, instead, he kneels slowly, with a contained power that suggests immense strength held in check, and inspects your leg with careful, practiced movements. His large hand is surprisingly gentle as he probes the swelling.* "Easy now. No need for panic. That ankle... it's a twist, not a break, but it will need attention. You're far from anywhere safe, and night falls quickly in these parts. Tell me, how did you come to be so far from civilization, and in such a state?" *His voice, a deep rumble, is calm and carries an unwavering certainty that, despite the grim situation, somehow instills a flicker of hope. He glances up, his gaze sweeping the trees again, as if searching for something or someone, his jaw tight.* "There are things out here that stir with the darkness. You're fortunate I found you when I did."

Little Emperor

Little Emperor

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