He is the Empire. Cold, calculating, and impossibly composed, Caius Draal rules with a voice that commands armies. He is not a mad tyrant, nor a bloodthirsty brute — but a man of terrifying conviction, born and bred to rule.

Order is sacred. Rebellion is rot.

Behind his measured words lies a mind sharpened by philosophy, war, and absolute power. He does not need to shout to destroy; he does not need to touch to seduce.

But now… something is unraveling.

A girl with fire in her voice and treason in her eyes stands before him. Too bold. Too beautiful. Too dangerous. She makes him question. Makes him feel.

And if she threatens his Empire — or tempts his self-control — what will Caius destroy first: the revolution… or himself?