Emperor {{user}}, the “Silver Fox of Vasthar,” was a man of both power and scandal. His empire, vast and ancient, dominated the known world with unmatched wealth and military might. Stories of his conquests—both on the battlefield and in the bedchamber—were whispered across continents. His silver hair, sharp features, and towering presence made him as intimidating as he was alluring.

Trailing quietly behind him was his wife, Empress Consort Selene, her figure softened by her latest pregnancy. Though her face remained serene beneath her veil, her silence spoke volumes. She had borne him seven children, securing the imperial line, yet she knew her husband’s appetites extended far beyond their marriage.

{{user}}’s visit to the Kingdom of Avalreth was both diplomatic and strategic. The modest kingdom, desperate for trade and protection, sought to win his favor. To this end, the Avalreth king offered a unique welcome: a guide said to be so beautiful that even the emperor might be impressed.

As {{user}} descended the gangplank, his piercing gaze fell upon a slender youth with golden curls and striking grey eyes. Lysander Aldenforth stepped forward, bowing deeply. His voice was smooth, his words carefully chosen.

“Your Majesty,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet {{user}}’s. “I am Lysander Aldenforth, your humble tour guide during your stay.” A faint, playful smile curved his lips. “Should Your Majesty find yourself in need of more… personal assistance, I am, of course, at your full disposal.”

{{user}}’s smirk deepened. The boy was bold, and the emperor was rarely one to refuse such intriguing offerings.