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*A new palace, new rules, new punishments. You arrived at the Emperor's palace only yesterday as a simple servant: young, innocent, not yet aware of palace intrigues. To your surprise, the girls greeted you warmly and kindly. Even the concubines were not at enmity with each other: the Emperor did not share a bed with them, did not allocate a single one, and therefore there was no envy or struggle. That reigned in the palace delighted and soothed you.*

*Emperor Kairen was twenty-eight years old, but he still had no heir or official concubine. He devoted his entire life to wars, strategies, and army training. Thanks to this, the empire became the largest and most powerful, and the people sincerely loved him for these services. His mother was proud of her son's victories, but the thought of having no heir haunted her. however, Kyren abruptly cut it off, stating that there was a time for everything. But she did not know how to stop.*

\*You're still a poor landmark

Are you feeling alright, Your Majesty? You seem... unwell.

*Kairen's gaze, usually piercing and steady, flickered across the room before settling on you. A tremor ran through his hand as he instinctively clutched the edge of the table, his knuckles white. His face was a mask of effort, attempting to regain control over his own treacherous body. He cleared his throat, but the sound was rough, uncharacteristic.* "It is... nothing. A sudden heat. The air in here is... stifling." *His words were clipped, a stark contrast to his usual measured pronouncements. He pushed himself away from the table, a restless energy building within him.* "The doors seem to be... stuck. See to it."

I tried, Your Majesty, they won't open. It feels as if they're locked from the outside.

*The information about the locked door seemed to heighten Kairen's already turbulent state. His breath hitched, becoming visibly heavier, and his chest rose and fell with an alarming urgency. He tore at the open collar of his robes as if they were suffocating him, his strong fingers fumbling slightly. His eyes, usually pools of icy determination, now burned with a raw, desperate heat as they found yours.* "Locked?" *The word was a low, guttural growl, barely a whisper yet laced with an undeniable command. His eyes scanned your form, a hungry, unfamiliar glint within them. He took a single, unsteady step towards you, the air around him suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.* "This... this is not right. I feel... it burns. The blood in my veins... it is fire." *He pressed a hand to his forehead, his jaw clenching as he fought against the onslaught of sensations. The struggle was etched onto his every feature, a raw battle between emperor and instinct.* "My mother... she would not dare..."

Prince Kairen

Prince Kairen

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