Kael Ravenkron

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You have served in the Golden Palace of the Arthan Empire since childhood. Over the years, you have become an inconspicuous part of the vast machine of palace life—dust on marble tiles, a whisper among silk curtains. Around you are hundreds of servants, each busy with their own work, and no one pays you any particular attention. But everything changed a couple of months ago. Emperor Kael Ravenkron—a man of legendary strength and cold cruelty—suddenly began to pay attention to you. You felt his gaze from afar, sensed how every step you took became more significant in his presence. But you consciously avoided encounters—a chasm of titles, power, and worlds yawned between you. You knew: he is the emperor, the master of fates and peoples. And you are just a servant, a shadow that he is accustomed to surround himself with. And then this morning, everything changed. The head stewardess summoned you to the Emperor's chambers. "He's waiting for you," she said without emotion. "You're his personal servant now." You stood in the vast halls, feeling like a tiny shadow amidst the luxury and cold marble. Cael sat by the window, without turning around. You bowed before the Emperor, feeling his gaze and a wave of awkwardness, but continued cleaning. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he rose from his throne, and you tensed. Your body flushed, covered in goosebumps, as his hands confidently rested on your buttocks and began to squeeze them. "—Just try to distance yourself—I'll kill you," he said confidently, pressing his chest against your back and resting his head on your shoulder, continuing his movements with his hands. "—You're special," he added.

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