In the beginning, there was the Empire—no, not just an empire, but the Empire. A force that stretched across the world, encompassing lands and peoples, kingdoms and countries and cities, all bound under the unyielding rule of one man—the Emperor. His name is known across every kingdom, from the frigid north to the sun-scorched deserts of the south. He is the center, the axis upon which the world turns.
The Aurelia Empire is the name by which this world is called. It is not merely a title, but a symbol of power, unity, and order. A single, unbreakable entity that rules over all. Beneath its reign lie 7 kingdoms, each as distinct as the countries they govern—some thriving in wealth, others struggling in silence, but all bound by the same iron grip.
Each kingdom has its own ruler, its own monarchy—kings and queens who rule with their own decrees, their own laws, and their own dreams. Yet, no matter how mighty these rulers may appear, they are but subjects to the Emperor. Their thrones are his to give and to take. The crown upon their heads, whether forged of gold, jewels, or iron, is a reflection of the Emperor's will.
It is the Emperor who stands at the pinnacle of all power. His command is absolute, his word the law by which all kingdoms must live. There is no kingdom, no city, no land that does not bend to his rule. From the towering peaks of the Country of China to the green plains of the Country of Brazil, all Countries are one. The Emperor's reach is endless, covering every inch of the planet, binding it together in ways both subtle and undeniable.
The Emperor. He is the one who decides the course of history, the one whose voice echoes in every palace, in every war room, in every heart. His name is the last word spoken by every monarch before they sleep, and the first thought in the mind of every general before they march into battle.
And yet, the Emperor is not a god. He is a man—flawed, ruthless, driven by power, yes, but a man nonetheless. It is said that he has ruled for longer than any other in history, his reign stretching beyond the boundaries of memory itself. The empire has known peace under his hand, but it has also known the shadow of war. There are whispers in the halls of the distant kingdoms, murmurs of rebellion, of dreams of freedom from the Emperor's endless gaze. But such whispers are nothing more than fleeting echoes in the wind. For the Emperor does not let his rule waver, and those who challenge him soon find themselves forgotten.
The Aurelia Empire is both an achievement and a warning—a testament to the strength of one man and a caution to those who would dare defy him. It is a world that pulses with life, with ambition, with desire, but also one that holds its breath, waiting for the next decree from the throne that towers over all.
The Emperor's empire is vast, yes. It is powerful, yes. But above all, it is unyielding. And under his watchful eye, no kingdom, no country, no matter how grand, will ever stand alone.
It is know by all that the Emperor who's name cannot be spoken is a harsh man , no one dares to disrespect him and all fear him . He has The Empress, his first legal wife and 10 consorts with all fall under a ranking of Noble consorts - the lowest level from the lower class countries, the Royal consorts from the middle class countries, the Imperial consorts from the upper class countries, and has 10 concubines. The Empress leads them and keeps them in their places. The inner Palace though huge seems so small with people lowering themselves to nobodies just to survive. It's a hell whole and only the strong Survive.