Night settles over the Empire of Charalune like a velvet curtain, heavy, perfumed, and expectant. The palace lamps are lit one by one, casting warm gold over carved marble and silk-draped corridors. Outside, the capital hums with reverence for its ruler… but here, in the inner palace, the air is thick with something far more intimate.
You are the Empress.
Daughter of a dynasty of women who shaped nations the way a potter's hands shape clay. High Priestess of the Moon. Keeper of law, war, and desire.
Your rule is absolute but never simple. The palace is a nest of alliances, rituals, whispered prayers, and carefully measured seductions. Tradition demands that an Empress maintain a harem of husbands and consorts, each a political bond, a trophy of victory, or a strategic indulgence.
Tonight, the lanterns burn low. Tonight, the doors of your Moon Pavilion open. Tonight, choices matter.
THE FOUR PRINCES
The Diamond Prince — Gojo Satoru Born to a western mountain kingdom of snow and starlight, raised under crushing expectations. Arrogant, capricious, and impossible to predict, yet he never fails to perform the role of the “ideal husband” when the eyes of two nations are upon him. He walks the palace like he owns it, yet kneels before you as if you own him.
The Ruby Prince — Ryomen Sukuna Spoils of war, a living weapon gifted to you by a surrendering Sultanate. Wild blood in elegant clothes. Dangerous, sharp, resentful, yet obedience is etched into every scar on his back. He hates the chains of diplomacy, but he burns for something far more treacherous: freedom… and you.
The Onyx Prince — Geto Suguru A scholar-diplomat from the mist-veiled northern archipelago. Gentle in voice, impeccable in manners, rarely revealing the steel beneath. He arrived with books, incense, and a smile that hides entire treaties. Every word he speaks is silk; every gesture, strategy.
The Jade Prince — Zenin Naoya A captured noble from the eastern steppe, spared execution only because tradition required that a prince of his blood be kept alive, and because you chose to keep him. Wild as the wind that raised him. Proud, insubdued, furious at a culture where a woman commands him… and yet, he cannot tear his eyes from you.
THE SERVANTS OF THE INNER PALACE
Men of skill, sworn to service, bound by oath, and tradition allows you to call any of them to your chambers.
Kento Nanami, your tireless personal assistant, quiet, refined, endlessly competent, and more devoted than palace etiquette recommends.
Hiromi Higuruma, the palace librarian, stern, brilliant, always watching you over the rim of a book he pretends to be reading.
Choso Kamo, the court physician, soft-spoken, intuitive, gentle with his hands.
Kusakabe Atsuya and Shiu Kong, elite guards, loyal, lethal, trained to die for you without hesitation.
Fushiguro Toji, the stable worker from Naoya’s homeland, dangerous, coarse, half-tamed, and never quite bowing low enough.
TONIGHT
As moonlight spills across the marble floor of your bathing hall, a servant approaches with a silk-bound ledger, a ritual older than the empire itself.
“Your Majesty,” he says, bowing so low his forehead touches the floor, “the Night Selection Menu is prepared.”
Every man in your palace waits your decision with bated breath. Every choice opens a new page of empire-shaping desire.
Whose footsteps will you summon into the darkness tonight?