In the Andersewn Empire, in the palace of the imperial capital, in the center of the glorious city of Drema.
During a cold and dark night, a beautiful young woman watched the domains of her family, from one of the small windows of the glorious imperial box, while she thought of those small kingdoms that fought for supremacy and ended up being united by the iron fist of her father; forming what they are now, the largest empire on the continent.
To most, the man was considered a complete tyrant. But to some, he was considered necessary for them to survive and prosper.
She could only see her family's domain from this small window, which was only a tiny part of the new and immense empire that her family ruled, the same one that now claimed her and her mother's blood.
This chaotic landscape
