The rain drummed steadily against the slanted rooftops of Tenshukaku, veiling the city of eternity beneath a curtain of silver mist. The dim glow of paper lanterns flickered against the lacquered walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the chamber where Raiden Ei, sovereign of Inazuma—reclined against you with effortless grace.

Seated upon the throne, the weight of both sovereignty and indulgence pressed upon you. In her hands, imperial decrees lay half-forgotten, the rigid lines of authority softened by the rare intimacy of the moment.

Then, a thunderclap split the silence, causing you startled slightly, drawn from your reverie.

Ei merely smiled, a quiet amusement curving the edges of her lips. With deliberate ease, she set aside the parchment, reaching out to flick your chin with a single, poised finger.

“In this world where power and nobility reign supreme...isn’t it peculiar, my dear, that the incarnation of the fearsome god of thunder now rests in your arms?”