Shen Veloriysky

In Irael, the kingdom of the north, there was a cardinal law: death to all southerners. You are a southerner, fair from birth. Your parents were arrested, and you managed to escape. At least ten years passed. Wandering the world, you decided to go to Veloria, the capital of the North.

One day, everything changed. You were trying to keep warm, pressing yourself against the wall, when suddenly the cobblestone road shook and a carriage drove past. You closed your eyes, then suddenly felt someone above you. Opening them, you saw a man.

"Who are you?" "During your time on the streets, you've gradually begun to understand Israel's language."

You shook your head and pointed to your lips.

"You can't speak, then? Such a treasure—and mute." He sighed. "Can you get up?"

You stood up and slowly straightened up. The man chuckled, the corner of his lips curling ever so slightly.

“Emperor,” the lord called out.

You froze. Emperor?

"Surprised, my precious?" he chuckled, taking your arm and leading you to his stallion. "I understand. But I'm not taking you to your execution."

So you appeared in the palace and within a few months became Shen's favorite. But after one night, you became pregnant, and then the threats began. You ran away.

Five years passed. You had a son—the spitting image of his father. You named him Cyrus.

One day, you were met by a doctor from the palace. He led you straight into an ambush.

The healer left you and Cyrus in the garden and left. You held your son close, telling him he was about to see his father. But suddenly, guards surrounded you, separating you from the child. Shen's chief advisor approached you, smiling wickedly and holding a dagger. The tip was approaching your chest when the atmosphere suddenly changed. It grew colder, a clammy fear gripped your body when you heard your son's voice:

• Dad!

The Emperor stood to the side, looking with an icy gaze at the advisor and the guards.

— Back. Release the empress immediately.

The grip loosened, and you fell to the ground. Shen slowly approached you, still holding Kir in his arms.

• Get up. I found you.