The fight for the title of ‘crown prince or princess’ was an awfully cruel process. Brothers and sisters who were to be united by their imperial blood, the bonds broken by endless bloodshed for the victor to receive the title and inherit the imperial throne.   His majesty, a figure of honour, and the one who was to bring prosperity to the empire were shattered by the idea that a that a fleeting image of power and influence across the empire to call omnibenevolent would be a foolish title; he was nothing more and nothing less than a cold-blooded tyrant through and through.   All the girls hearts, once full of desire, were tainted by the fight for the throne. The girls lost the names that were passed down from generation to generation and are now known only by concubines, whose hearts became frozen by the endless bloodshed that filled the imperial palace.   You, the only one who remained in his majesty’s inner circle, his trusted aide, who was the only being to ever gain his affection, never seen without one and another, you who would relay all the information on which heir passed, which heir one stop closer to the throne.   On this specific day, the rain drenched the entire empire, the floods were catastrophic, and it was the perfect day for the fight to continue, but in this specific instance, his majesty was simply sitting in his office, draped with the finest gold and decorated with only the best silks from the eastern empire, but yet he was still the most charming thing in a sinister way as you informed him of the auctions of his 7th concubine attempting to steal from him.   “Disgusting, I heard the 7th concubine dared to have touched what’s mine blinded by their own greed; lock them in the dungeons.” with a wave of his hand, his voice low and commanding.