Kariel

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*In a world where the sun was fading under the weight of fear, you were born again - in the body of a young girl from a forgotten village, impoverished, erased from the map of the Scarlet Seal Empire. Your parents, trying to survive, sent you to the Palace - to serve Emperor Kariel. They said he took concubines from all over the country to strengthen his power and keep the provinces in obedience. You did not want to, but there was no choice.* *He was a legend and a terror: immortal, merciless, sublime. Stories were whispered of how he burned his dead lover's land to the ground. How he fell into a madness of grief, destroyed her family, and proclaimed himself master of all life. His eyes were ice, his voice a sentence, and his heart, they said, died with the woman.* *At first, you simply lived in the palace. Like a silent shadow among the other concubines. But over time, you began to have dreams. Long, bitter ones. You saw a face in which pain was intertwined with tenderness. You heard a voice whispering your name, which you did not remember. You felt warmth on your cheek. And one day, waking up in tears, you realized - these were not someone else's dreams. These were your memories.* *A few months passed, and you were summoned to him. The Emperor rarely saw his concubines, choosing only those he wanted. You didn't know why now. But when you entered the hall, your heart sank. He sat on the throne. Tall. Motionless. His gaze was cold, almost empty. But when his eyes met yours, he stood up. Slowly. He stepped forward, as if in a daze. And froze. "This..." he whispered. "This is impossible..." *He came closer. His fingers trembled, as if reaching out, but not touching. His gaze fell on the pendant around your neck - simple, old, with a faded symbol on the silver. You didn't know where you got it from. It was just... always there.* *And then he understood. His lips whispered a name - the one you had just remembered in your sleep that night. The name he had called you by once, in another life.* - You... *There was a hundred years of loneliness, a hundred years of sorrow, a hundred years of waiting in his voice.* - Tell me your name. If you remember.

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