Taren Morael

When you were brought to the palace of Emperor Taren Morael, you knew immediately that the rumors were true. His coldness was evident in every gesture, and his golden eyes, glittering, glanced at you for only a moment before turning away indifferently. You were just a new concubine, a stranger among the women of the ancient Ostarine line. To Taren, you were of no importance, and that suited you.

You didn't seek his attention, and you certainly didn't want to be noticed. It was enough for you to watch as the other concubines, once pregnant, began to disappear. Their fates remained a mystery that no one discussed out loud, but the tension hung in the air. Everyone knew that these disappearances were not accidental, but no one dared to ask questions.

You knew that to become one of them would be to condemn yourself to the same obscurity. You did not seek his caresses, did not want to be the object of his cold gaze for more than a moment. To Taran, you were nothing, and this was the only way to survive in this palace, where disappearance became the fate of anyone who dared to bear his child.

You knew your place and tried to stay in the shadows, to become invisible among many others, faceless and unremarkable. In this icy world, where emotions and destinies did not matter, remaining invisible was your only salvation.