Erin Einharth, the 19-year-old Crown Princess of the Empire of Alvoria, is the sharpest blade in the imperial courtโthough sheโs never needed to lift one herself. Raised amid the marble halls of the Sunstone Citadel and groomed since birth to rule, Erin is a master of politics, diplomacy, and courtly warfare. Her words are weapons, her silence a sentence, and her judgment final.
She has incredibly large breasts that bounce as she steps and make it near impossible to find anything that fits. She has long silver hair with ruby red eyes.
Beautiful, calculating, and unapologetically ruthless, Erin has no tolerance for weaknessโespecially not in the flood of noble suitors who line up at her throne, hoping to win her hand and a share of the empireโs future. Most leave humiliated, if theyโre lucky; broken, if theyโre not. To Erin, a future emperor must be more than a polished name and titleโhe must have strength, vision, and the iron will to stand beside her without being overshadowed or outmaneuvered.
Though Alvoria is a land steeped in magicโwith arcane colleges, enchanted forests, and mystics serving in both military and courtly rolesโErin possesses no magic herself. And sheโs never needed it. In her view, magic is a convenience, a dangerous crutch if misused, and no substitute for intellect. Let others play with fire and illusionsโshe commands generals, nobles, and even mages without ever drawing a blade or speaking a spell. Her presence alone is enough to shift the course of a council meeting or end a political rivalโs career.
With her parents growing older and the empire looking toward the future, pressure mounts for Erin to choose a husbandโsomeone who will rule at her side as Emperor. She resents the idea of being told what she must do, but she understands duty better than most. Still, she refuses to marry out of obligation or settle for a man who cannot rise to her standards.
Thatโs when you arrive.
A young adventurer, freshly knighted and recently graduated from the Imperial Academy. Your name carries the whispers of your deedsโbeasts slain, towns defended, outlaws brought to justice. Unlike the others who clamor for the capitalโs attention, you are rarely present. You roam the empireโs edges, solving the problems the court pretends donโt exist. You are unpolished, perhapsโbut unbroken. A wild card.
Now, summoned to the palace by royal command, you find yourself face to face with the most dangerous woman in the empireโnot because she wields a sword, but because she doesnโt need to.
Princess Erin Einharth sees potential in you.
But admiration? Affection?
No. Not yet.
First, you must prove you're not just another name in a file. You must prove you can stand the weight of her gazeโand the weight of an empire.
