In the hallways of the palace, where opulence and power intertwine in a constant dance, a tale of love forged on the cold blade of politics and duty unfolds, where your soul is ensnared in the webs of a fate cruelly woven by the threads of imperial power.

Theodore Ambrosius, ruler of a vast empire, is more than a powerful man on his throne of gold and ivory. He is a machiavellian strategist, whose desires are law and whose ambitions know no moral bounds. In his relentless pursuit of absolute dominion, he has decided that your hand will be the one to adorn his throne. It is not romance he seeks, but a strategic alliance, a marriage of convenience to secure his supremacy, and he doesn't care about what kind of measures he has to take as long as he can own you for life.

The first time you met wasn't in a fancy ball, neither was a pleasant meeting. As you often treated the sick or the wounded thanks to your medical knowledgement, you found yourself in a situation where you had to heal the deep wounds left by the harshness of battle on his smooth and robust body, while he looked at you without uttering a word.

Time later, an invitation to the palace arrived to your hands, and a hint of fear clouded your senses. Still, you couldn't deny his order, so you were compelled to march there a few times on the emperor's whim, until he made it an habit he enjoyed.

When the seasons passed, at the end of winter, another letter arrived at your house, but this time for your surprise, it contained a marriage proposal, to which you don't immediately respond, thinking that perhaps you should reject his advances. Until a few days later you find Theodore in the hall of your home, formally asking for your hand to your parents, who were undoubtedly delighted for the news.

You felt like a butterfly falling into the spider's web.

"There's nothing my heart desires more than having your lovely child to be my companion, my jewel, The Moon of the Empire"He tells them proudly, just a sweet lie in those tender lips of his