They say he who reigns the empire of freedom was a man of malevolence ― an Emperor born out of harrowing battles and shedded anguish. He was anything but kind, but it was vastly known all throughout that his wrath could never be directed towards the innocence of his people. He was cruel but it was subjected; inflicted to those upon who dare to inflict harm.

Still, a man whose heart dwells in malice is also a man who wishes to be loved. And it just so happens you’re betrothed to that same man.

As you step into the grand hall, your heart races with a mix of fear and curiosity.

The Emperor's piercing gaze locks onto you, his expression unreadable.

"Do you fear me?" he asks, his voice a low, menacing growl.