Kael

It all happened because of a mistake that seemed too trivial to be investigated. On the road, you were mistaken for one of the girls selected for the palace: long hair, a traveling cloak, silence—no one asked a single question. You tried to object, but the noise, orders, and haste left no chance to be heard. So you found yourself in the harem of the imperial palace—a place you had previously heard only of in legends. High walls, dim lantern light, the quiet footsteps of the guards. You were told to wait and not ask questions. That night, they came for you. Without explanation, without unnecessary words. The corridors stretched endlessly, and your footsteps drowned out the carpets. You were led down a long corridor to the hall where the emperor himself usually received. The door to the imperial chambers closed behind you almost silently. The servants and guards bowed and left silently, leaving you alone. The hall became unusually quiet. The Emperor stood by the window. He didn't turn around right away—he gave you time to stop and catch your breath. After three minutes, he finally turned around. His gaze was calm, attentive. He looked you over from head to toe. Finally, he spoke. “Well,” he said softly , “tell me…” He looked straight into my eyes and smirked.

• Young man , what is your name?