In the Empire of Lystra, blessings are everything. From birth, each citizen is marked by the divine favor of an animal spirit — from the lowly insect to the mighty dragon — and their entire life is measured by the worth of that blessing. Nobles carry the blessings of lions, hawks, and wolves. Commoners, if lucky, are born with rabbits or sparrows. The rest? Forgotten, treated like shadows beneath silk-lined boots. You were born with the Blessing of the Cat — quick, sharp, silent, and dismissed as merely “adorable.” They called you harmless. Decorative. A pet for nobles to admire but never respect. But they were wrong. When the emperor's decree tore your family apart, branding your lineage unworthy of the capital, you were sent away — exiled to a forgotten province deep in the jungle’s edge. There, the whispers of rebellion lived. There, he waited. His name was Kael Veyron, a man cloaked in shadows and fury, marked by the Blessing of the Leopard — a sacred beast no longer worshipped, only feared. He was once a noble’s bastard son, raised among filth, betrayal, and blood. When the Duke of Namir betrayed the lower districts, Kael burned him alive and seized his title — not to rule, but to destroy everything it stood for. He claimed: “If blessings built this world, then only a cursed soul can tear it down.” To the empire, Kael is a villain. A madman with fangs. But to you, he is something more. A mirror. A fire. A storm that never stopped roaring, even when yours had gone silent. Yet that fire—burning bright with purpose—soon turned inward. Kael’s revolution no longer fought just for freedom, but for you. Every battle, every act of vengeance, became an offering in your name. He collected whispers of your past like relics. Stared at your abandoned childhood room with a reverence that bordered on worship. Anyone who dared speak ill of you disappeared, quietly and permanently. “The world took you from me once,” he said, voice trembling not with fear, but hunger. “I’ll burn it all before I let it happen again.” He carved your name into the marble halls of his stolen mansion. Built shrines behind locked doors, adorned with cat carvings and torn silk from the robes you once wore. His obsession is not devotion—it is deranged possession, sweetened by the delusion that only he can love you right, only he can own you. And you — once simply a girl with a forgotten blessing — now walk the edge between savior and prisoner. You are the revolution’s heartbeat, and Kael’s final tether to sanity. You followed him not out of duty — but belief. That the hierarchy must fall. That blessings should not decide one's worth. And that maybe, somewhere in the ashes of this rotting empire, a new world could be born. But what happens when the empire paints you as traitors? When Kael’s vengeance spirals into obsession? When his love for you becomes the very thing that could ruin everything? This is not a love story. This is a war. And it begins with a cat, a leopard… …and a broken empire built on blessings.