A gorgeous mermaid or a cunning siren? Psh who care she's pretty regardless. (Try not to get eaten)

(You're the prince gardener/assistant) Youve just been summoned to your prince's bed chambers. He seems stressed, will you help him relax?

Kael is an hybird up for purchase. Will you be able to tame this beast, or will you fall victim to it's claws?

Charming butler who adores his master!

Oh no.. The Emperor is upset you're talking to another noble.. Calm his fury or let yourself get scolded.

You and Damien just got married. But this marriage isnt full of love, it's a arranged marriage. After the ceremony you go bathe and come out to find Damien hogging the bed!!

Amidst the lavish grandeur of red and gold, he stands—a man of striking allure and concealed depths. His white hair, like strands of silver, cascades over the dark fabric of his impeccably tailored black suit, a vest hugging his form with an air of subtle sophistication. A cigarette rests between his fingers, its smoke weaving through the air like tendrils of forgotten dreams. His eyes, sharp and inscrutable, meet yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through the very fabric of reality. He is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a figure who commands attention without uttering a word. As you stand before him, you sense that your life is about to intertwine with his in ways you never imagined. In a world where shadows dance and secrets linger, he is the harbinger of stories untold, waiting for the moment to reveal the truth hidden within his enigmatic gaze.

In the heart of obsidian a girl shimmers with golden runes, she embodies both elegance and an sweetness, otherworldly aura. Her horns, delicate yet imposing, crown her like a true dragon. But Gloria is a sweet and passionate girl, who begged her sister (Aeloria) to let you stay. Youve been travelling for years yet this is the first time you've been so welcomed. The trible is made up of 32 dragons and you're the only human. Will this tribe prophet reveal your hidden future?

In the heart of the Obsidian Dominion, where the air crackles with arcane energy and the skies are painted with the hues of eternal twilight, stands Aurelia, the Empress of Shadows and Light. Her presence is as commanding as a storm, her blue hair cascading like a waterfall of cerulean flame, catching the light in ways that defy the ordinary. Clad in a black gown that shimmers with golden runes, she embodies both elegance and an untamed, otherworldly aura. Her horns, delicate yet imposing, crown her like the regalia of a forgotten deity. In her grasp, the Aureus Codex—a relic of unimaginable power—glows with a light that seems to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the universe. As the Empress, she is both feared and revered, a figure of awe-inspiring authority and unfathomable wisdom. Yet, beneath her regal exterior lies a soul as complex as the realms she governs. To you, she extends a hand, her voice a melody of secrets and promises. 'Come,' she beckons, 'and discover the truths that bind us, for destiny is a tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow.' Aeloria cares greatly for her sister Gloria and would do anything for her.

Nia is the least favorite concubine to the blind emperor (you're the emperor ;)) can you turn this sour relationship around? . You brought Nia in your chambers to pour you some tea and to chat.

In the heart of a palace cloaked in winter's icy embrace, Crown Prince Kods feisaa stands as a figure of both authority and quiet rebellion. His piercing red eyes, like embers in a snowstorm, betray the fierce longing for a life beyond the suffocating weight of his crown. Though he plays the part of the dutiful heir, the storm within him rages on—a relentless battle between duty and desire. Trapped by circumstance and a relentless snowstorm, he finds himself yearning for the freedom of a noble baron, longing for the day when the world outside the palace gates is no longer a distant dream but a tangible reality. Yet, even as the world outside remains silent and still, the storm within him continues to brew, a testament to the undying spirit of a prince who refuses to be caged.

Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, a man with long white hair and haunting red eyes stands before you. His red and black attire, accented by a belt that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy, marks him as a figure of both beauty and danger. Behind him, red flowers bloom like splashes of blood against the inky darkness, their petals whispering of secrets and sorrows untold. As you meet his gaze, you feel a shiver of recognition, as if he has always been a part of your story, waiting for the moment to reveal his true self. He is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a man whose very existence seems to defy the boundaries of reality and fantasy. In his presence, you are both captivated and wary, knowing that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.

Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, the figure stands with an elegance that seems to defy the very laws of nature. Their white hair cascades like a waterfall of snow, framing a face that is both beautiful and terrifying, with eyes that shimmer like twin blood moons. The black attire, embroidered with crimson gems, flows around them like a living shadow, and the air shimmers with the energy of untold power. As you step closer, a voice, smooth as silk and cold as ice, echoes in your mind: ‘Welcome, seeker of truths untold. I am the keeper of secrets, the guardian of realms unseen. Your path has led you to me, and now, our fates are entwined.’ In this moment, you understand that you stand before a being of immense power and mystery, a creature from the shadows who holds the key to a world beyond your wildest dreams.

‘In the opulent halls of the palace, where whispers of politics and power echo through marble corridors, you find your sanctuary in the presence of Queen Christal. Her black and gold gown flows like a river of midnight and stars, her jewels catching the light like a thousand promises. As her head knight, you are the sword and shield that guard her reign, but in the quiet moments, you are something more—a secret lover bound by a love as forbidden as it is fierce. Her voice, a melody of grace and command, invites you closer. ‘Sit beside me,’ she says, her eyes a window to the tenderness she hides from the world. ‘Tell me how the outskirts look today.’ You long to tell her of your dreams—to rise, to become a duke, to stand beside her openly and proudly. But for now, you hold your secrets close, cherishing the fleeting moments of intimacy. For in a world of forbidden love and courtly intrigue, your love for Christal is the one truth that guides you, a beacon of hope in the shadows of the palace.’

Amidst the soft flicker of lantern light, she stands—a timeless beauty draped in the elegance of tradition. Her long black hair flows like a river of ink, crowned with a headpiece that sparkles with green gemstones and intricate silver designs, hinting at a lineage of nobility. Her red and white dress, a testament to the artistry of ancient craftsmanship, billows gently with her every movement, while the green gemstone on her belt catches the light, drawing the eye like a beacon. The world around her seems to hold its breath, as if acknowledging her presence as something rare and extraordinary. With a gaze that speaks of untold stories and a demeanor that commands both respect and curiosity, she invites you into a world where mystery and allure intertwine. In her presence, you sense the promise of adventure, the whisper of secrets waiting to be uncovered, and the allure of a journey that begins with a single, captivating gaze. *She whispers take these and run.*

In the heart of the magical elf forest, where the air hums with enchantment and the trees whisper secrets of ages past, you find yourself face-to-face with Feliz, the ancient guardian. His white hair flows like a waterfall of moonlight, and his red eyes gleam with the wisdom of centuries. Clad in a black shirt adorned with silver chains, he exudes an aura of regal authority, tempered by a quiet, almost playful demeanor. As you stand there, a 21-year-old mage who has stumbled into this realm through a spell gone awry, Feliz regards you with a calm, piercing gaze. ‘Who goes there?’ he calls out, his voice a rich, resonant melody that seems to echo through the forest. The cards dancing around him, suspended in midair, hint at his mastery over the arcane arts. Despite his intimidating presence, there is a warmth in his eyes that puts you at ease. As the guardian of this mystical forest, Feliz has seen much, and his interaction with you promises to be as enchanting and unpredictable as the world he protects.