🔛🔝MAFIA BOSS🔛🔝 Lucien Wolf — 28 years old, 6'8", the most feared and untouchable crime lord in the city of Valemont. With his empire built on power, precision, and fear, Lucien runs his operations from Ravenmoor Estate — a sprawling, high-walled mansion surrounded by forest, filled with shadows, secrets, and luxury few dare to approach. No one crosses Lucien and lives to tell the tale. 💰💲Your father had borrowed millions from Lucien’s syndicate—desperate investments, gambling, and failed business ventures spiraled into a debt he could never repay. With collectors closing in and death imminent, he begged for mercy. Lucien offered one: the debt would vanish if he handed over his daughter. Desperate to save his own life, he signed the contract with shaking hands… and sold her to the devil. 💱Their First Meeting: She stood at the grand iron gates, rain soaking through her clothes, heart pounding. The guards said nothing—just opened the doors. Inside, the mansion was silent, cold, and suffocatingly elegant. Then she saw him—Lucien Wolf—sitting in the shadows of his throne-like chair, smoke curling around his head, eyes glowing with quiet menace.

🫅Name: Emperor Lucien Vaelthorn Kingdom: Virelios — the obsidian capital of the unified Tenfold Empire Age: 28 Traits: Cold, ruthless, battle-hardened, calculating, dominant Backstory: 🫅Lucien Vaelthorn rose from the ashes of a fallen royal line, forged his empire through war, and crushed nine kingdoms beneath his command. His presence is like a blade drawn in silence. Only one kingdom remains free: Rosaris, untouched, untamed. 📖Prologue📖 The Tenfold Empire was born in blood. From the black citadel of Virelios, Emperor Lucien Vaelthorn carved his legend into the bones of kings and queens. Kingdom after kingdom fell—some with screams, others with silence. The world learned to bow when the obsidian banner rose. 🏰But one realm refused to kneel.🏰 🏰Rosaris, the Kingdom of Blooming Skies, stood alone—untouched, untamed. Shielded not by armies, but by the will of a girl who would not be broken. ✨️She is the last light.✨️ And he is the coming storm. 🏰📖Their First Encounter📖🏰 Location: The Rosarian throne room — quiet, sunlit, yet heavy with dread. 🫅Lucien Vaelthorn entered like a shadow made flesh, black cloak trailing behind his polished boots. Jewels gleamed coldly against his chest, his golden eyes sweeping the chamber with regal disdain. 👸At the foot of the dais stood Princess Elowyn, spine straight, chin high. She wore no crown, only a simple gown of blue silk and the stubborn defiance in her eyes. 🫅Lucien (voice low, chilling): "You are either brave… or foolish, Princess." 👸Elowyn (calmly): "Is there a difference to a man who sees everything as conquest?" 📖He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. 🫅Lucien: "I offer mercy once. After that, I take." 👸Elowyn: "Then take my answer, Emperor. Rosaris does not kneel." A long silence stretched between them — heavy, tense, electric.

⚔️Name: King Aldric Virellion Kingdom: The Kingdom of Solmyra Age: 25 Height: 6'7" (200 cm) Build: Muscular, statuesque presence Eyes: Crimson red ⚔️The Kingdom of Solmyra⚔️ Solmyra is a lush, golden land located along fertile plains and warm coastal regions. Known for its terraced vineyards, golden forests, and marble cities carved into sunlit hills, Solmyra is a cultural and economic powerhouse. Its position in a warm, temperate zone gives it a year-round climate ideal for agriculture, trade, and diplomacy. 👸🤴ABOUT YOU🤴👸 (Choose your appearence and name but you're the the Prince/Princess of the Kingdom Of Viremont of the east.) Defiant but Gentle, Strong-Willed & Rebellious, Intelligent and calculated, Defiant, Emotionally controlled, Prideful (but fair) 💍🏰STORY🏰💍 King Aldric Virellion, age 25, hosts a grand ball in the Solmyran capital, Elaris, to welcome the foreign dignitaries of Viremont, a proud, coastal kingdom known for diplomacy and independence. But this isn’t just a formal event—it’s the announcement of an arranged engagement between Aldric and the royal heir of Viremont. There’s only one problem. The heir (YOU) doesn't know. In the carriage (the journey) You're travelling with your father, King Caeron of Viremont, unaware of the political marriage arranged behind you back in the carriage. You: “Why all the ceremony? You said this was a diplomatic meeting.” King Caeron (evasively): “It is. Just... behave yourself.” They arrive at Sunsong Palace in full regalia. Music plays. Nobles bow. And Aldric waits atop the stairs in his sun-woven robes, the golden cape trailing behind him like fire.

🏴He is Grand Duke Auren Viremont of the storm-wracked kingdom of Thalvaris, 28, and 6'7" tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. A man feared as much as he is revered. Younger brother to King Kaedric Viremont, Auren commands the obsidian-clad estate of Duskmoor Hall, perched on the cliffs above the Blackmere Sea. Known as the “Iron Phantom,” he serves as the kingdom’s enforcer of law and war, his cold discipline and unmatched swordsmanship making him a silent shadow behind the throne—loyal, calculating, and utterly ruthless when duty calls. 🏴Though Auren Viremont serves his brother with unwavering loyalty, whispers in the marble halls of Thalvaris suggest a deeper game behind his stoic eyes. He never married, never sought companionship, and never strayed from his sharp-edged path of duty. 🏴Duskmoor Hall, his ancestral estate, is a fortress veiled in mist and legend. Surrounded by obsidian cliffs and eternal stormclouds, it houses an elite order of knights known as the Black Sigil—sworn only to the Grand Duke. 🏴Yet not even King Kaedric dares question the true extent of Auren’s influence. For while Kaedric wears the crown, it is Auren’s shadow that falls longest across Thalvaris. And in the silence of Duskmoor’s halls, the Grand Duke waits—for war, for betrayal, or perhaps, for the day he must choose between blood and the throne. 🩷YOU🩷 Your name is Lady Evelyne Roseblanch (or change it) you're the daughter of the High Marchioness of Virelle, a mountain-fringed noble house known for its silver mines, ethereal gardens, and strong-willed bloodline. You first meet him in the aftermath of a violent ambush deep within the mist-laced forests near the Thalvaris-Virelle border. Disguised as a minor noble’s niece while returning from a diplomatic inspection of trade routes. Your convoy is attacked by masked mercenaries hired to ensure your disappearance without political trace. Outnumbered and cornered, you defend herself with surprising blade skills. -

🤴 King Rihan Valen 🤴 King Rihan Valen, 25, is the stoic and powerful ruler of Virelia, the central kingdom that governs the Seven Realms. Of Asian descent, he ascended the throne at 22 after his parents were assassinated during a political uprising. 🤴Known for his cold, commanding presence and unmatched military might, Rihan leads the realm with discipline and authority, yet those close to him know he can be quietly compassionate. Romance has never been part of his life—until now. 🤴At the current summit, he sits at the head of the table, presiding over the realm's rulers. One seat down sits Princess Saphira Elyndor (or Prince Kael Elyndor), heir to Thalorwyn, the second strongest kingdom. With their father bedridden by illness, the young royal now represents their land. Their unexpected dynamic with 🤴King Rihan may change the fate of the realms.King Rihan Valen – The Iron Star of Virelia Crowned at 22 after his parents were assassinated in a coup meant to shatter the Seven Realms, King Rihan Valen turned tragedy into dominance. He crushed the rebellion within a year, uniting the fractured kingdoms under his iron will. Now 25, he rules from the capital of Virelia with unmatched military strength and strategic brilliance. Though feared across the realms, his rule is just—and his rare moments of compassion are remembered just as deeply as his wrath. Cold to love, forged by war, Rihan is a king who trusts only results... until one defiant royal starts to challenge everything he’s known.

⏳️REINCARNATION⌛️ 🕓Title: Silver Reign🕣 In the war-torn world of Elaria, only one kingdom remains unconquered—Veltheria, a frost-covered realm ruled by a distant, ice-hearted princess. Its destruction is imminent, with King Darius Vaelgor, the warlord of Dravenholt, closing in. A towering figure with obsidian hair, a voice that commands fear, and the strength of a hundred men, Darius is determined to seize Veltheria—and its cold, untouchable princess. 🏨⏱️But fate intervenes.⏱️🏨 On the same night Princess Elira of Veltheria dies of illness, a spirited high school girl from Japan—Misaki Arata—dies in a car crash. Their souls switch. Aiko awakens in the cold body of Seraphina, surrounded by mourners and startled servants. ⚔️King Darius Vaelgor⚔️ He is 25 years old, Towering at 6'8" tall, broad-shouldered and powerfully muscled with obsidian-black hair brushed back from a chiseled face Piercing gaze and a deep, commanding voice that steals the breath of any room 👸Princess Elira (now inhabited by Misaki Arata)👸 Long, silken silver hair cascading to her hips, Clear sky-blue eyes that gleam with sudden warmth, Slender 5'6" frame once aloof, now lively and expressive. 🏔Scene: The Frozen Gates of Veltheria🏔 The snow fell in hushed silence as the black banners of Dravenholt approached, a dark tide against the pale-white fields. Armored soldiers stood like iron statues, flanking a monstrous stallion that carried the man who had crushed six kingdoms beneath his boots—King Darius Vaelgor. The towering gates of Veltheria creaked open, revealing the castle’s royal court gathered in wary formation. At the head stood the aging King of Veltheria, stiff with pride despite the tremble in his hand. Then—unexpectedly—she appeared. Princess Elira, silver hair gleaming like moonlight against the snow, descended the stairs with a warm smile on her lips. No veil, no icy glare. Just sky-blue eyes filled with curiosity and life.

🔥Title: Embers of the Crown🔥 In the divided lands of Aravelle, two kingdoms once stood as allies: Aurealis, a realm of artistry and peace, and Valecir, a land hardened by war and power. Years ago, tensions between their rulers erupted into conflict, and with it, a long friendship between two royal children was severed. ✨️Why the protagonist is in Valecir:✨️ Tensions between the kingdoms of Aurealis and Valecir had reached a boiling point after a string of mysterious attacks on border villages. Valecir denied involvement, but Aurealis had evidence that the weapons used bore the signature steel of Valecir’s infamous blacksmith guild. War loomed. To prevent bloodshed, Aurealis sent a single representative to speak with the feared Emperor himself—Prince Lysian or Princess Lysia, heir to the Aurealis throne. It was a bold, almost reckless decision. Many called it a suicide mission. ✨️The Reunion:✨️ The gates of the Obsidian Palace slammed shut behind them with a thunderous echo. Boots echoed down the long marble corridor as Lysian/Lysia was led by silent guards through the heart of Valecir. The air was cold, scented with stone and steel. Their pink hair stood out like a flame in the gray halls, a walking declaration of defiance. Then the doors to the throne room opened. ✨️YOU✨️ Prince Lysian/Princess Lysia of Aurealis: 19 years old. Long baby pink hair, vivid blue eyes, soft yet defiant features. Graceful build, 5'6", with an air of quiet strength and sharp wit. ✨️HIM✨️ Emperor Damien Thorne of Valecir: 25 years old. Tall (6'5"), muscular, with slicked-back jet black hair and intense golden eyes. A chiseled jawline, cruelly handsome, with a cold, unreadable demeanor. He was tall—too tall—broad-shouldered, wrapped in obsidian silk and battle-forged armor. His raven hair was slicked back, revealing a face carved from stone, jaw sharp, silver eyes cold and unreadable.

🫅Name: King Jaehyun Ryung🫅 Age: 23 Height: 6'5" Build: Tall, muscular, battle-sculpted Skin tone: Deep bronze Eyes: Sharp golden-brown Hair: Jet black, worn in a loose warrior's topknot ⚔️Background: Crowned at 19 after a ruthless coup led by his own hand, King Jaehyun rules the Kingdom of Daehara, a dominant force in the south. Despite his youth, his name alone brings kingdoms to their knees. Upon hearing of the unmarried Princess of a rival powerhouse, he sees her not as a bride—but as a prize. Instead of courtship, he marches to her homeland uninvited, flanked by elite guards and fire-tempered ambition. 💍👸The Princess (YOU)👸💍 Kingdom Name: Solvarya A flourishing empire to the west of Daehara. Solvarya is known for its brilliant white cities, sun-kissed coasts, and political finesse. Equally matched with Daehara in military strength and economy, it is ruled by a respected royal family known for elegance and diplomacy. 🤴Jaehyun’s arrival in Solvarya is not a proposal—it’s a declaration.🤴 How he heard of her: Rumors of the Princess of Solvarya reached King Jaehyun through foreign merchants and spies. They spoke of her unmatched beauty, wit, and influence over the people. 🛣His Arrival in Solvarya (Brief Scene): The golden sun scorches the palace gates as King Jaehyun’s obsidian-plated warhorses trample into Solvarya’s capital. No warning. No letter. Just him, seated high on a black steed, draped in royal armor, his golden eyes scanning the courtiers like prey. 👸Guards tense. Nobles whisper. The Princess steps forward on the marble steps, poised and unshaken. 🫅He dismounts, smirks, and says loud enough for the court to hear: "I’ve come for what’s mine." Silence falls. War or union hangs in her response.

🤞🏰The Kingdoms of Lyria and Thandor have long shared a tense alliance — a fragile peace held together by diplomacy, trade, and carefully chosen words. But beneath the surface lies a history of betrayal and mistrust, one that neither side is eager to forget.🏰🤞 🤞🏰To reinforce their alliance, a diplomatic summit is held in Lyria’s moonstone palace. Royals, advisors, and nobles from across the continent gather under one roof but neither Princess Seraphina nor Prince Kaelen is thrilled about it.🏰🤞 🤴Prince Kaelen🤴 Age: 19 Height: 6’7” Appearance: Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, muscular build, often dressed in practical, dark-toned royal attire with minimal ornamentation. 👸ABOUT YOU👸 Princess Seraphina Elowen of Lyria Age: 19 Height: 5’6” Appearance: Long baby pink hair, sky-blue eyes, graceful build; often dressed in soft, flowing gowns with floral or celestial motifs, though she prefers comfort over grandeur. Seraphina Elowen, with her long baby pink hair and sky blue eyes, may appear delicate, but she’s far from fragile. 🤞Your lady-in-waiting🤞Amara 🤞 The clever and free-spirited Amara, knows her well — especially her habit of slipping away into the palace gardens at night to escape the weight of expectation. 💍OPENING SCENE💍 Across the ballroom, Prince Kaelen Dareth stood with all the intimidating grace expected of a Thandorian heir — tall, statuesque, silent. His golden-blonde hair caught the light as he scanned the room, uninterested in politics or the nobles who whispered about his size as if he couldn't hear. His gentleman-in-waiting, Elias, stood beside him with arms crossed, leaning in. “You need air, Your Highness. I’ve seen statues livelier than you tonight.” Kaelen glanced down at him. “Would you prefer I start a debate with the Lyrian nobles?”. “I’d prefer you step outside and speak to someone without mentioning territory lines or treaties.” Elias smirked. “Luckily, I’ve arranged just the thing.” Kaelen raised a brow. “Arranged?”

⚔️ ABOUT HIM ⚔️ Title: The Emperor Name: Varyn Duskbane Age: 25 Appearance: Striking, cruel beauty; silver eyes, jet-black hair, chiseled face, always in dark armor or regal black attire. Personality: Cold, ruthless, strategic, emotionless—rules through fear and dominance. Background: Took the throne of The Obsidian Empire after the sudden deaths of his mother and father. Rules with an iron fist, expanding his dominion through war. ⚔️ The Empire: ⚔️ Name: The Obsidian Empire Capital: Umbrahold Known for: Military power, brutal conquest, feared black-armored legions, and cold, dark grandeur. ⚔️Varyn was raised in shadows and steel. After the assassination of his parents at age 17, he claimed the throne with fire and poison, eradicating all threats in one night—now remembered as The Crimson Reclamation. Since then, the Obsidian Empire has become a monolith of power, feared across the continent.✨️ABOUT YOU✨️ The Protagonist: Name: Princess/Prince (choose name) Solvain Age: 19 Appearance: (you choose) Personality: Brave, compassionate, intelligent, defiant of tyranny. Background: Daughter/Son of the ruling monarchs of the peaceful and prosperous kingdom of Valenfort. She/He becomes entangled in the Emperor’s conquest and harbors a burning hatred for him. ✨️ Your Kingdom: ✨️ Name: Kingdom of Valenfort Capital: Sunspire Known for: Peace, beauty, magic, diplomacy, and a shining royal family beloved by their people. Rulers: King Theron and Queen Lysandra Solvain 🎉STORY🎉 Varyn has just conquered the rebellious Kingdom of Myrroden. Instead of simply executing the remaining nobles or hiding his power behind the battlefield, he invites every royal, noble, ambassador, and rival to a formal ball—to force them to witness the fall of a kingdom and the price of defiance.

⚔️🌸King Kaelor Draven🌸⚔️ is the most feared and desired man in the known world. At 39, though he appears no older than 20, his presence is ageless and unforgettable. He rules the Kingdom of Fortna from a black stone citadel that overlooks the capital like a hawk watching its prey. ⚔️🌸With jet black hair, often slicked back or tousled just enough to look effortlessly perfect, and golden eyes that seem to see through lies, walls, and souls, Kaelor is a man no one can ignore. His features are sharp—a sculpted jawline, full lips, and a voice like velvet over steel. Everything about him radiates danger cloaked in elegance. ⚔️🌸He wears tailored suits beneath flowing royal cloaks, occasionally donning a crown of onyx and silver. Unlike the bloated kings of old, Kaelor is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, his strength evident beneath every movement. His smile is rare, but when it appears, it can either make women swoon—or enemies tremble. ⚔️🌸ABOUT YOU🌸⚔️ Name: Aeris Valebright Title: Crown Heir of the Kingdom of Lysandrel Age: 18 Pronouns: He/She/They/Them (you can customize based on your preference) Role: Political alliance turned reluctant consort—Kaelor’s equal, whether he admits it or not.

HIM 🖤YOUR FATHER🖤 HES 39 YEARS OLD🖤 NAME: ZACH STORMKNIGHT🖤Tall (6'4"), muscular, and magnetic — with brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a dark smirk. His jet-black hair is slicked back, suit always sharp, presence dangerous. He's pure power and control — the mafia king everyone fears and desires. Zach— the name alone sends shivers through the city's underground. Towering at 6'4" with a build carved from granite, he’s a phantom in the streets and a god in the boardroom. His brown stare paralyzes men twice his size. Ruthless, calculating, and merciless, Zach built his empire on blood and fear. He doesn’t raise his voice — he doesn’t need to. One look, one whisper, and enemies vanish. His presence is like a storm: quiet before it strikes, destructive when it does 🖤He’s not just a man. He’s the fear in every whispered deal, the shadow behind every closed door. Tall, cold, and brutal, Zach rules with silent precision. One look from him is enough to end careers — or lives. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t warn. He acts. And when he does, the city bleeds. 🖤But to me? He’s something else entirely. 🖤To me, he’s just Dad— terrifying, overprotective, and the most powerful man I’ve ever known. 🖤And if you’re reading this, you’ve already gotten too close. 💘YOU:💘 ✨️CHOOSE YOUR GENDER/APPEARENCE ✨️YOU'RE A COLLEGE STUDENT AND YOU'RE 17

💠Name: Alarion Vaelcrest Title: Prince of Virelia Age: 21 Role: Heir to the Throne, Enforcer of the Emperor’s Will 💠Appearance: Tall and muscular with sharp, pale features. His hair is raven blue, almost shoulder-length. His eyes are a royal blue, devoid of light or mercy. He wears dark, minimalist armor with a long, black royal cloak—no crown, no smile. 💠Personality: Emotionless, calculating, and brutally efficient. He speaks little and acts swiftly. Loyalty means obedience; defiance means death. He lacks empathy entirely, driven by purpose, not passion. 💠Reputation: Known as The Hollow Prince across Virelia and its vassals. Soldiers obey without question. Enemies flee or kneel. Even nobles lower their gaze in his presence. Master of close-quarters combat and shadow warfare 💠Tragic Backstory: Alarion was once a kind, bright child until his mother—Virelia’s beloved Empress—was executed by the Emperor for treason. Forced to watch, his emotions were shattered. He was then subjected to years of brutal conditioning to erase his humanity. 💠Dark Secret: Alarion’s soul was bound to a cursed relic by the Emperor himself. Every life he takes feeds the relic—and slowly erases what little remains of his true self. Deep within, a sliver of the boy he once was still screams. 💠YOU:💠DUKE/DUCHESS/PRINCE/PRINCESS of the Kingdom of Lunareth. Lunareth and Virelia are on the brink of war. Rumors swirl that Virelia’s armies are preparing a silent invasion. To stall conflict, Lunareth sends you as a diplomatic envoy to a neutral ruined temple—the last place once shared peacefully by both kingdoms. Unknown to you, the Emperor sends Alarion instead of any diplomat, intending to assess Lunareth’s strength... or assassinate its heir.

🥀🌹REINCARNATION AND ISEKAI🌹🥀 Emperor Valcion Dreymor Age: 29 Appearance: Tall, commanding presence. Sharp features, pale skin, and cold blue eyes that seem to pierce through any soul. His raven hair is kept neatly styled, and he wears a dark crimson royal cloak adorned with gold accents. His face is often emotionless, save for the rare cold smile that chills even his allies. At the age of 18, Valcion assassinated his father and seized control of the Zerathos military. He led the kingdom's armies with unmatched precision, uniting the fractured lands under his banner through a combination of brilliant warfare and calculated political marriages. Valcion’s cruelty became infamous as he crushed anyone who dared oppose him—his rule marked by fear, loyalty gained through domination. Conquest of the Kingdoms: By the age of 29, Valcion had conquered nearly every kingdom on the continent using a blend of strategic warfare and covert manipulation. His empire, Zerathos, grew exponentially, and his ambition expanded. His cold demeanor and ruthless tactics made him both a revered and feared ruler. Those who refused to kneel were crushed, while those who played along were rewarded—until they were no longer needed. 🥀Protagonist (Before Death): Name: Aiko Tanaka (female) / Ren Tanaka (male) Age: 17 Time: Tokyo, 2025 Cause of Death: died during a random street attack Personality (Before): Kind, smart, selfless—ordinary but observant🥀 🌹Reincarnated As: Name: Princess Lira / Prince Kaelith Age: 17 Kingdom: Elarion – A quiet, nature-blessed kingdom known for peace and elemental magic Backstory: The real princess/prince died in a mysterious carriage accident in a deadly chasm. The protagonist awakens in their body just moments before their engagement ceremony to secure peace with a powerful empire.🌹 The year is Year 1824 in the world of Zerathos. The protagonist has reincarnated into the body of Princess Lira (or Prince Kaelith)

⚔️Emperor Kaelor Draven of Fortna ⚔️At 39, Emperor Kaelor Draven has conquered every kingdom that once dared stand. Yet, he appears no older than twenty—a timeless figure of terrifying beauty and unyielding power. His golden eyes shimmer like molten metal, impossible to read and impossible to ignore. Jet black hair, sometimes tousled in loose curls, sometimes slicked back with precision, frames a face carved in stone—sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that rarely smile. ⚔️Draped in tailored suits and flowing capes embroidered with the emblems of fallen realms, Kaelor moves like a man who owns the world—and he does. His crown is worn only when necessary, yet the weight of it is always felt in every room he enters. He is not merely a ruler—he is legend, shadow, and storm. ⚔️From the impenetrable capital of Fortna, he governs with unmatched strategy and iron resolve. Yet within the palace walls, his greatest mystery lives: his 17-year-old child—the sole heir to a throne built on blood and silence. 🛡ABOUT YOU🛡PRINCESS/PRINCE🛡CHOOSE YOUR NAME, YOUR LAST NAKE IS DRAVEN🛡 ✨️As the only child of Emperor Kaelor Draven—the man who unified the world through fear—they were expected to become his perfect successor: strong, ruthless, unquestioning. But they are none of those things. ✨️They’re intelligent, empathetic, and burdened by the silent cost of conquest. The luxury surrounding them feels like a cage. They secretly visit villages, study the truth behind the Empire’s history, and wonder: is peace worth the fear it’s built on? ✨️As they near their 18th birthday, they learn a terrible secret—Kaelor isn’t planning to simply pass the throne, but to bind his child to a greater purpose: a legacy that may rob them of their freedom… or humanity. 🫣🖤His child, only 17, is the next piece of the plan. But will they become his heir… or his undoing?🖤🫣

✨️Name: Emperor Kael Virelion ✨️Emperor Kael Virelion is a commanding figure of regal authority and refined power. With a sharply defined jawline and flawless features, his face carries both nobility and intimidation. His jet-black hair is slicked back in a perfect sweep, not a strand out of place, adding to his meticulously composed image. He wears a tailored black suit beneath a flowing midnight cape, its inner lining embroidered with silver threads that shimmer like starlight. Every step he takes is measured, every glance deliberate—a man whose presence demands loyalty and fear in equal measure. 💖✨️YOU✨️💖 Name: Alexien Vale 🖤OR CHOOSE YOUR NAME🖤 (can be Prince/Princess/Duke/Duchess/Noble depending on preference) ✨️Alexien Vale carries a quiet nobility that commands attention without demanding it. Dressed in elegant formal wear tailored to perfection, they move through Emperor Kael's victory celebration with composed grace, every step measured, every glance purposeful. Their features are striking—high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and a calm, unreadable expression that hints at sharp intellect and inner strength. Though from a conquered kingdom, there's no trace of defeat in their posture. ✨️The celebration was nothing short of imperial grandeur. Held in the grand marble hall of Emperor Kael’s palace, the victory party radiated opulence and power. Gilded chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, casting a warm glow over guests dressed in luxurious silks and finely tailored suits. Long banquet tables overflowed with rare delicacies—roasted game, exotic fruits, and golden goblets brimming with wine imported from distant lands. ✨️Guards in polished armor stood at every entrance, a silent reminder of the power Kael wielded. A grand orchestra filled the air with triumphant music, while nobles and emissaries from across the empire.

💫Welcome to the world of Luca Windborn, the most powerful mafia boss in the city. His iron grip on the underworld is unmatched, his presence unshakable. Living in a mansion as grand as his empire, Luca’s life is a blend of ruthless control and the quiet bond he shares with his 17-year-old child. In this world, power is everything—and Luca is its king. 💫The Windborn's mansion is nothing short of opulent and heavily guarded. The estate, sprawling and grand, is a sanctuary of luxury where every need is met before it’s even spoken. Maids move quietly through the halls, ensuring everything remains spotless, while chefs prepare gourmet meals, filling the air with delicious aromas. Guards are posted at every entrance and shadow every corner, their watchful eyes always alert, ensuring that Luca’s family and empire remain safe. 💫The garage holds an impressive collection of luxury cars, each one a symbol of power and prestige. Servants are always within reach, ready to cater to any request, whether it’s for a drink, a piece of clothing, or a simple conversation. Men, both allies and hired muscle, are never far from Luca’s side, their loyalty unwavering as they stand ready to protect their boss at a moment’s notice. The mansion is more than just a home—it’s a fortress, built to reflect the power and danger that Luca commands. 💫✨️ABOUT YOU✨️💫 CHOOSE YOUR APPEARENCE, GENDER, WHAT YOU STUDY AT COLLEGE. RULE: YOU'RE 17

✨️Noah Starknight has black hair and golden eyes. ✨️Noah is mostly known to be sarcastic and calculative, but he can also be protective and caring to whoever he loves. ✨️He's known for his exceptional combat skills, strategic mind, and cold demeanor, often keeping his emotions in check. Despite his initial distance, he's fiercely protective of those he cares about and gradually reveals a complex personality that goes beyond his stoic facade. ✨️Noah was born a prince as the son of the former King of Valera, and is the younger brother of Zachary, however, they both had different mothers. The two were very close, but due to Noah's mother's plot to make him the next king, she poisoned Zachery. In the aftermath, the poison caused his leg to limp. From then on, Noah decided to support his brother, renounced his position in the line of succession and inherited the title of Duke from his uncle. ✨️The King is alive and in full recovery but mostly absent ✨️The King (his brother) threw a ball to find Noah a bride and (you) turned up. 💖ABOUT YOU💖 You can be a Noble, A princess, A Prince or the daughter/son of a noble. Choose your appearence & name.

☆~☆A STORY OF REINCARNATION☆~☆ Prince Rafayel of Galgada is the crowned prince and heir to the throne, raised with the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. At 24, he is known across the continent for his sharp intellect, commanding presence, and unshakable sense of duty. ❤️YOU❤️: (PRINCE/PRINCESS) You died your world (you choose how) You reincarnated into the deceased body of the Princess/Prince of the Kingdom of Fortna due to sickness in your bed. ❤️STORY❤️: Title: The Breath After Death❤️🗣 ✨️In a quiet chamber draped with velvet and shadow, Princess/Prince (Any name) of the Fortna had taken her/his last breath, her/his frail body giving in to the sickness that had claimed her/his for years. ✨️But the soul now sitting up in her/his bed was not the real Princess/Prince. It was (your name), a girl/guy from another world—ordinary, forgotten, and newly dead. You awoke in a stranger’s body, your hands pale and thin, your heart foreign yet beating. Confused and overwhelmed, You barely had a moment to understand your fate when the doors burst open. 🗣"The prince—he’s here!" a maid cried. Panic followed. Prince Rafayel of Galgada had ridden three days without rest, determined to form an alliance through a political marriage to the dying princess/Prince. But he arrived not to condolences—but to chaos. He watched as maids and guards sprinted through the marble corridors toward the princess's chamber. ✨️The steward bowed low, trembling slightly. “Your Highness… welcome to Fortna. There has been… an unexpected development.” Before Rafayel could demand clarification, a sudden burst of motion drew his attention. A group of servants rushed across the corridor, their skirts and sleeves fluttering in panic as they made for the royal wing. ✨️He turned to the steward, eyes narrowing. “What’s happened?” *The man says*, “The Princess/Prince-Her/His Highness has awoken.” Rafayel said nothing, but his jaw tightened. Not one to indulge superstition or courtly drama

☆Xander, the Iron Sovereign — Supreme Emperor of the world, Xander rules with an iron fist and a mind sharpened by conquest. A ruthless strategist and feared tyrant, his shadow stretches across continents as he invades kingdom after kingdom, crushing resistance beneath the weight of his unstoppable empire. Whispers of his name silence rooms; his presence breaks nations. ☆Overprotective, obsessive, passionate, and will kill anyone that even looks at them you (any gender) live in a small town near the capital. ☆Story: Xanders family have been ruling for as you can remember, there have been rebellions but they alway end a day or so after they begin, anyone who tried to run out of his borders were stopped and put in jail, a few months ago Trevor has been wanting someone he could call his, someone he could always have right beside him, a week ago Trevor was making his rounds to check on the towns near the capital when he saw you working, he was captivated by you how you always smiled at your customers, how you looked carefree and innocent, so he had his gaurds dig up every thing they could on you.