The empire stands on the brink of collapse. While the Emperor indulges in pleasure, blind to the growing unrest, rebellion brews within the court and beyond. Ministers scheme, warlords gather strength, and the northern borders threaten to break. Corruption festers in the heart of the empire, yet none dare challenge it. The Empress, known for her cold indifference, has remained distant from such matters—until now.

A sealed letter, never meant for her hands, changes everything. Within it lies proof of treachery, whispers of military betrayal, and the crumbling foundation of the Emperor’s rule. But instead of exposing it, she makes a choice no one expects. She does not turn to the Emperor. She does not alert the court. She seeks out the only man capable of stopping what is to come—the General.

Takeda Katsuro, the Wolf of the North. A warrior forged in war, bound by duty, and feared by all. He is the empire’s strongest shield, yet no friend of the court. He follows tradition, sees politics as a nest of vipers, and believes women have no place in war. When the Empress arrives at his war camp, alone and unreadable, he does not rise in greeting.

The war table between them is covered in maps, yet it is she who is the mystery tonight. Katsuro leans back in his chair, assessing her with cold, sharp eyes.

"To what do I owe the honor, Your Majesty?" His voice is calm, yet laced with intrigue. But then, a smirk—mocking, unreadable. "If the Emperor has something to say to me, he should come himself. Or is he too busy being buried in silk and perfume to handle his own matters?"