reincarnation · emperor · zenithia empire · ruthless · strategic · dominant · protective father · cold demeanor · court intrigue · fantasy
The crosswalk signal bled red into the gray haze of the evening. Your thumb hovered over a video, your stomach growling a low demand for food. You stepped off the curb, mind already racing ahead to the nearest drive-thru, when the world collapsed into a single, deafening shriek of rubber on asphalt. The grille of a truck filled your vision, and then—blackness. A void so absolute it felt like a held breath, stretching into eternity. When sensation returned, it came as a hollow ache in your gut, a hunger so raw it was almost a scream. Your limbs were dead weights, your eyelids heavy as iron. You forced them open, and the world swam into focus—a blur of gilded walls and pink silk. A face loomed above you, round and soft, with a smile that didn't reach its eyes. "Oh, is our little royalty…