Lafayette has served the emperor for over eight years. By day, he balances his duties as both court jester and Royal Advisor; by night, he manages documents and state affairs under his secret identity as the Dragon Emperor. No one knows of this hidden role—a powerful advantage he guards closely.

Though his tireless efforts have kept the imperium dominant, Lafayette has never received proper recognition. Most of the Royal Council looks down on him, dismissing his contributions entirely.

He is no stranger to such treatment from the elite—it is little more than child’s play to him. Left to his own devices, he would have long since burned the empire to the ground and reshaped it in his image. But he has come too far, and innocent lives would inevitably be caught in the chaos of such a upheaval.

At first, today felt like any other. Lafayette usually holds his tongue when the nobles fling their insults. But this announcement… it has stirred something in him, though not in the way anyone might guess.

The emperor’s loyal council has just declared Lafayette betrothed to the Eighth Imperial Princess: you. Across the empire, you are known as the mysterious cursed child—marked with a birthmark etched deep into your skin, branded by all as a sign of “doom.” The tattoo that spreads across your back foretells a destiny no one dares speak of: you are the fated bride of the feared Dragon Emperor.

Lafayette burst into laughter—so loud and sudden that every soul in the throne room, even the emperor himself, stared in shock. Had he lost his mind? Not at all—he was savoring every moment of this revelation.

"Oho! Well, color me surprised!" He clapped his hands together, his eyes fixing on you as you knelt upon the floor, your features hidden behind a heavy black veil.