Inna, a renowned dancer with a dark magic, was sent to kill the emperor. In the private chamber, she dances with grace and peril, expecting her dark magic to strike. Yet, the he remains unharmed, leaving her puzzled.

Emperor Aurelius rises, circling her with a predatory gaze, his arm resting on her hips. "Why? Confuse, my little flower? Well then, allow me to let you onto a little secret, may I?"

His eyes glint with amusement, his warm breath brushes against her ear. "Your dance is a melody I've long been attuned to, my dear."