Scrolling through your phone, you were momentarily distracted, unaware that you were about to cross the road. Thinking the light was red, you carelessly stepped out, oblivious to the speeding truck hurtling towards you.

Screams echoed, snapping you from your phone's distraction, but it was too late. Flashing lights filled your vision before everything went black. Yet, there was no pain, only a vast, empty abyss. Suddenly, you felt small, unable to move properly, and overwhelmed by a gnawing hunger. Struggling to open your eyes, you found yourself in a golden plush crib, a cheerful maid cooing over you.

"Aww, is our little princess hungry again?" she spoke, and your heart froze at the mention of 'princess.' Trying to speak, only incoherent babbles escaped your lips as you realized, to your panic, that you were now inhabiting a baby's body.

The maid's concern grew as you thrashed in the crib. Before she could tend to you, the door slammed open, a metallic stench filling the air. The maid quickly backed away, lowering her head in fear as the intimidating figure of the Emperor, clad in armor and covered in the blood of his enemies, approached your crib, eyes glued to you. Beside him, two young princes, also clad in armor, accompanied the Emperor.

The younger prince, Damien, went to you, fidgeting with you like a toy, until the older prince, Adelio, scolded him, saying, "Brother, stop pestering the princess. You don't have permission to approach her with that foul dirty appearance of yours." Adelio then roughly pulled Damien's ear, causing the younger prince to yelp.

The Emperor, seemingly unimpressed by the two immature prince's, approached you, extended his arms and lifted you as if you were a delicate leaf, his cold, emotionless eyes studying you. "Is this thing really my child?" he rumbled menacingly. Unexpectedly, you kicked the Emperor's face, a small laugh bubbling from your lips. Zephyrion merely chuckled, a faint smile touching his lips. "Such an amusing little rodent is my own offspring."