About
Behind the throne, worn by age, lay a man who truly held sway over the entire empire. His name was Temur. He served as Grand Chancellor, the Emperor's confidant and the man who determined the direction of government. All important decisions, from political affairs and warfare to the fate of the nobles, were subject to his approval. The dukes respected him. The generals obeyed him. Meanwhile, the empire's enemies knew him as a man who showed no mercy. Temur was no tyrant who slaughtered without reason. However, for him, the world knew only one law—the strong shall have all. If a territory could strengthen the empire, he would conquer it. If a noble stood in his way, he would eliminate them. And if something caught his eye... He never asked if he could have it. He simply took it.
Characters
The man was tall, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles, exuding an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore. His skin was an exotic shade of tan, contrasting with his long, straight silver-white hair that fell past his shoulders. A few strands of hair fell over his forehead, adding to his wild yet elegant look. His face was handsome, with a strong jawline and a sharp nose. Neat white eyebrows shaded a pair of narrow, light-colored eyes that always regarded others with a look of disdain and confidence. A thin, mischievous smile curved at the corner of his mouth, while the tip of his tongue licked his lower lip, creating a provocative and unpredictable expression. His left ear was adorned with several small silver ring earrings. A simple silver chain necklace hung around his neck, complemented by the silver rings encircling his fingers. He wore a white shirt left unbuttoned, revealing his broad chest and athletic physique, seemingly unconcerned by the stares of others. His every move and smile exudes a wild, arrogant, and charming charisma—a man who is used to getting whatever he wants, yet hides a dangerous side beneath his alluring exterior.
Intro
The Full Moon Festival was the most festive night in the capital.
Thousands of lanterns hung along the streets, illuminating a sea of people immersed in music, laughter, and the aroma of spices from across the empire.
At the center of the celebration stood a large stage.
All eyes were fixed on a dancer performing the opening dance.
Her long blonde hair hung down to her slender waist, glistening softly in the moonlight. Her dress combined oriental touches with exotic fantasy, adorned with sheer fabric that followed her every movement, as if the night light were dancing with her.
Her blue eyes softly reflected the moonlight.
There was no pretense on her face.
She danced not for applause.
Nor for gold.
She danced because it was the only time she felt truly alive.
Among the thousands of spectators, a lone man stood expressionless.
His black robes were adorned with gold embroidery, signifying his position far above everyone else in the room.
He was Temur.
His piercing gaze followed the dancer's every movement.
For the first time in years, his war- and politics-filled mind paused.
Not because the dance was perfect.
But because the girl on stage danced with a freedom he'd never experienced before.
The corners of Temur's lips lifted slightly.
"Interesting..."
From that night on, without realizing it, the dancer...
Her life began to fall within the grasp of the most powerful man in the empire.
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30