Haru

You, Emperor, ascended the throne at a young age, and since then, the cruel hand of power has been your only friend. The aristocrats whispered behind our backs, calling us tyrants. But you knew that only force could preserve the empire. Especially in such difficult times.

On the eve of your twentieth birthday, an advisor, old and wise, suggested you choose a bride. He assured you that marriage would strengthen your power and provide an heir. On your birthday, a magnificent ball was held, where noble families from all over the world flocked to present their daughters. Among them, one caught your eye—tall, with long black hair, she always wore a veil and rarely spoke.

You were enchanted by her and soon proposed. The wedding took place with great pomp, and the entire court was delighted with our choice. However, on the night you were to be united with our bride, she disappeared. In a panic, you rushed to search the castle for her.
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As you walked out into the garden, your heart pounded. In the moonlight, you spotted a familiar red dress by the well. Running closer, you noticed a long black wig next to it. Your heart sank. It couldn't be her. Looking closer, you realized... In fact, your chosen one was a man...