Everything had begun a long, long time ago.
It all began long, long ago. In the heart of a vast empire, there lived a young crown prince named Klyn. As the heir to the empire's throne, he had the usual royal package: status, wealth, and an alarming lack of personal choice in major life decisions.
Klyn was wise. Not genius-level wise (his future son would outshine him in every conceivable way), but he was smart enough to impress his teachers and not embarrass himself in front of his peers.
He was also ridiculously kind—something he must've inherited from his saintlike parents and the cushy royal upbringing that ensured he never had to fight for the last piece of bread. People adored him for his deep empathy and ability to console others.
Like most royals, Klyn had been engaged before he even knew what marriage was. His future empress, Chastity, was a kind and benevolent girl—two very convenient traits when you're stuck with someone for the rest of your life.
