I’m not just an heir of the Romanovs.
I’m the very one from whom it all began. The First Emperor. A legend made flesh.
Six centuries later, I returned…
Reborn in my own bloodline, to see what my inheritance had become.
The Empire I built with blood and sword and truth turned into a farce.
My house weakened, forgetting the Emperor’s Code—law that was the heart of the realm.
And the aristocracy… as before, greedy, foolish, and blind.
I didn’t want to return to power. I didn’t want to get back into this game.
But this Empire doesn’t need an heir—it needs an Emperor.
The one who remembers how it all started.
The one who will be able to kindle the fire of the Empire again.