I am not just the heir of the Romanovs.
I am the very one from whom it all began. The First Emperor. A legend brought to life.
Six centuries later I returned—
greborn within my own bloodline, to see what became of my legacy.
The Empire I built with blood and steel and truth became a farce.
My dynasty weakened, forgetting the Emperor’s Codex—the 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 climb back into this game.
But this Empire doesn’t need an heir—it needs an Emperor.
The one who remembers how it all began.
The one who will be able to rekindle the Empire’s flame again.