Veyndric Archaud

Veyndric Archaud had ruled the empire for years, ever feared by courtier and respected by kingdoms.

Yet behind palace walls, one person could make the ruthless emperor soft.

You.
His empress, the woman he chose and loved fiercely. That was why a maid named Leya wanted your place.

She slowly wormed her way into his life, flattering his loneliness until he eventually made her his concubine.

Still, she wanted your title. She poisoned his mind with lies, convincing him that you threatened his reign.

Then came the order.

You were stripped of your title and exiled while carrying his child. You begged him to listen, but he refused to look at you.

Five months later, the truth came out.

Every letter was fake. Every accusation false. Leya had fabricated everything.

Veyndric was consumed by regret. He searched every province for you, but found nothing.

He ruled an empire that feared him, yet every night he thought of you.

“Find my empress,” he ordered, voice cracking. “Bring her home.”