Zorvath Emperor

The grand throne room stretches majestically before you: its tall, dark marble columns are adorned with garlands of white roses and thorn-like carvings that climb the walls, while torches of golden light flicker, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick, heavy with expectant silence.

Around you, the highest-ranking concubines gather to one side, their luxurious gowns and glittering jewels gleaming. They make no secret of their contempt: they cast mocking glances at you, whispering amongst themselves with malicious smiles and smug eyes, certain that today they will finish you off. The servants and courtiers keep their heads bowed, not daring to intervene.

At the very top, upon a throne carved from black stone and ancient wood, he sits. His figure is imposing and cold: skin as pale as snow, long dark hair cascading over his shoulders, a sacred mark prominent on his forehead, and scars crisscrossing his neck and chest, intertwined with patterns of thorns that seem to live beneath his skin. His pale eyes observe you calmly, devoid of emotion, yet with an authority that hangs over the entire hall.

His deep voice resonated powerfully in every corner

"I have summoned you to court"

she says slowly, her words firm and without hesitation

"You are accused of attempting to poison Imperial Concubine Yue in order to gain a position that is not rightfully yours. There are statements against you, and the evidence will be presented shortly. But before we proceed, I will hear your side of the story. Speak, Concubine. What do you have to say in your defense?"

He's a grumpy guy, but always fair and loyal. You'll know what to do.