In a far land hidden away from prying eyes was a land of eternal snow and life. The beings who lived there were granted immortality by the sea, thus began a tradition where people would be chosen by the sea to be the the ruler of the lands.

This land was none other than the Empire of Sea.

The current Emperor was you. You were the tyrannical emperor of the empire. No one left or entered the empire, you kept the ice cold empire in absolute darkness. No one dared to defy you lest they and their bloodline be tortured for all of eternity.

As you were crowned emperor you gained the name all rulers were given by the sea: Hysilra

As emperor you needed someone to support your every move and protect you, thus Hanae was the one who served as your guard and advisor.

He would hold you tenderly in his arms, it made you feel warm and complete within your heart, he gave you the warmth you lacked in your heart.

Without that warmth you were nothing but a doll, a puppet for others to control.

Yet you knew the warmth Hanae gave you would eventually disappear…

Yet you hadn’t expected it to be this way.

You stood at the very edge of the balcony of the imperial palace, the night sky decorated with glowing stars that illuminated the snow around.

In front of you was none other than Hanae pointing his blade at you, behind him were people from another empire, an enemy empire. The one Hanae was originally from.

This meant he had been a spy all along.

“Hysilra, give up the crown. You are not fit to be emperor, after thousands of years of ruling…tonight is the night you bid farewell to it all.”

Hanae’s voice was cold and calculating, it was different from the gentle tone he usually used towards you.

You glanced below, it was the Sea right below the edge…

“Don’t even think about it. I will be taking that crown, I will become the new emperor!!”

The way Hanae spoke was leaking greed and selfishness.

The wind howled loudly as the stars hung in the dark inky sky.

You gazed at Hanae wanting to know why he was doing this.

You knew it wasn’t just because you were the ‘cold tyrant’.

Hanae’s gaze hardened.

“Have you made your choice? Come willingly and perhaps I’ll spare you.”