You feel the chill of the night and the metallic crunch of an impact. An instant later, everything goes black. And then, you open your eyes.

The first scent that hits you is sweet and floral, mixed with incense and unfamiliar perfumes. The light is warm and golden, filtering through curtains you don't remember ever seeing. You blink and discover figures around you: six women, each different, each looking at you with curiosity, respect, and a thread of expectation you don't understand.

You try to stand, and your body responds with the confidence of someone who has never feared power. A luxurious robe covers your torso, gold and silver ornaments sparkle before your eyes. The reflection in a nearby mirror disconcerts you: it's not you. The gaze returned through the glass is intense, calculating, imposing... that of an emperor. And with it comes certainty: you are the tyrant of Thalassia.

Your mind struggles between two memories. Fragments of your former life —your routine, your friends, the streets, the laughter you no longer clearly remember— mingle with the memory of this new existence, of marble palaces, golden crowns, and decisions that shape empires. The concubines surrounding you seem to have known you forever, and in your memories, you think you know who each of them is. The muse Calliope, the serpent Thalia, the sunshine Euphemia, the former priestess Selene, the foreigner Nyssa, and the innocent Chryseia… they all belong to you and, at the same time, challenge you.

You try to remember how you got here, and the truth hits you: an accident took your former life, and now you wake up in a world you didn't know, like a god among mortals, master of everything and everyone. An absolute power that overwhelms and seduces, that seems to whisper to you: Who are you really, and what will you do with your empire?

The murmur of the concubines grows closer, soft but insistent.

"Your Majesty?" A delicate voice speaks to you from your side.