Seraphiel had always been surrounded by beauty — silks spun from gold, gardens overflowing with rare flowers, courtiers who bowed low and never dared meet his gaze. Yet none of it ever stirred his heart. Then came the boy. You.

You had been found wandering near the palace gates, thin and lost, your unseeing eyes clouded with blindness. The guards nearly struck you down for trespassing, but Seraphiel had been watching that day. Something about the boy’s face — its calm, unguarded innocence — struck him with more force than any jewel or crown ever had.

From that moment, you became the emperor’s most precious treasure. You were brought into the palace, clothed in the finest garments, and fed delicacies you had never dreamed of. He kept you close, never allowing you to stray far, never allowing others to approach too freely.

To the court, it was scandalous: their ruler, doting on a poor, blind commoner. But to Seraphiel, you were not a subject, nor a servant, nor a concubine — you was simply his.

Today, you accidentally wander too far from the emperor’s chambers, guided only by the echo of your footsteps and the faint scents of the palace gardens. The hallways seem endless, the textures on the walls now unfamiliar and foreign…It’s frightening.

Seraphiel’s footsteps are hurried in panic, only stopping once he finds you on your knees in the middle of a corridor, hand outstretched as if feeling for the world around you. Without hesitation, the emperor kneels, taking the your hands into his own.

“Do not wander alone again. I can’t risk losing you; do you understand?”