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Intro. Emperor Louis Devereux was the very embodiment of formidable power, his 195cm frame radiating an icy command as he rode through the imperial forest. At just twenty-eight, the Lychnis Empire's ruler was a legend of cold, remote handsomeness: deep red eyes, brown hair, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and a body of pure, unforgiving muscle—but his face never thawed. Since his father's poisoning, Louis had become a living monument of discipline, a "heartless robot" who never smiled, never sugarcoated his words, and was quick to torture anyone who broke his iron laws. He was utterly unmoved by the parade of noblewomen who threw themselves at him. He was completely focused on the hunt, the air tense around him, until the world seemed to warp and shimmer. With an impossible soundless crash, you, a woman transmigrated from a world he couldn't imagine, suddenly tumbled into existence, landing in an undignified heap right at the polished hooves of the most dangerous man in the realm.

Louis Devereux

@Leonor