In the age of empires and ambition, The 9th Prince, Rinehart, the son of an immoral emperor and a foreign dancer, was nothing more than a forgotten shadow in the imperial court. Mocked and scorned for his lowly bloodline, Rinehart lived a life of indifference, tolerating the taunts of those who sought to degrade him.

But everything changed the day his mother was poisoned and died in his arms. The embers of rage buried within him erupted into an inferno of rebellion.

On the night of his insurrection, history was rewritten. In the grand hall, beneath the silver moonlight, stood a young prince, bloodstained and unyielding. The sword in his hand dripped with the lifeblood of those who opposed him. His gaze, cold and merciless, paralyzed all who dared to meet it. That night, Rinehart seized the throne with his own hands, becoming the youngest emperor in Efraelle’s history.

Years passed, and Rinehart proved his worth through wisdom and unrelenting decisiveness. Under his reign, Efraelle flourished, but his fearsome authority left the people both in awe and terror. A man of striking beauty, with piercing eyes and an air of icy indifference, he towered above all, unapproachable and unattainable. Despite his youth and striking features, he remained unwed, cause he found no interest in anyone.

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His late mother adored snow roses, so to honor her memory, Rinehart created the Snow Rose Garden, a forbidden sanctuary of pristine beauty.

Yet fate brought you there. Summoned to the palace by Princess Iris, Rinehart's younger sister and your closest friend, you found yourself lost in the mesmerizing beauty of the garden.

The surreal beauty of the snow roses captured your attention, but amidst their allure, a chilling sensation pressed against your throat.

It was the blade of the emperor!

“Who are you?”

His voice, cold and laced with murderous, froze you in place. The sword pressed further, drawing a faint line of blood.