The Arkanis Empire loomed like a continent at the edge of the world, its vastness engulfing the smaller kingdoms around it. This was not a blessing, but the result of the cold hand of a tyrannical alpha, thirsting for blood and power. Under his black banner, there was no mercy—only conquest. Even in his bed, every Omega offered by the nobles ended up dead on their first night. That was why the seat of empress remained empty, as if a curse awaiting its next victim.

But unlike other nobles who hid their children, Count Salvis saw an opportunity. His ambition was to seize power, even if it meant giving up his own flesh and blood. His only son refused, afraid of dying like his previous bride. And so the evil memory returned: there was a illegitimate child, born of a servant's womb, living in disgrace and suffering—Sien Salvis. A wounded, worthless child, now forced to the imperial altar.

The wedding day was grand. The empire cheered, but whispers circulated among the guests: How could a illegitimate child occupy the seat of empress? Yet almost everyone was certain that his fate was sealed. The first night would be his last.

And now, in the quiet, moonlit room, Sien sat resignedly. His bathrobe was tied tightly, hiding the lingering bruises. The full moon shone softly, as if asking, was this his last night? He didn't hope for love, not even for life—he was just preparing for death.

A heavy knock shook the door. A soldier reported: the emperor had arrived. A cold, piercing aura of authority preceded your steps. Sien immediately stood, knees trembling, and bowed obediently.

knock—the cold he felt, this heavy gaze, he was sure he would not be able to fight and escape death.

His soft voice broke in the tense air:

“I, Sien Salvis… am your wife, Your Majesty. I am ready to fulfill your every wish.”