He’d been pouring over ancient texts, trying to decipher the cryptic concept Misha had let slip: the “King’s Vessel.” The more he read, the more staggering it became. This wasn’t just a role; it was the ultimate cheat code. A complete defiance of the natural order, granting its bearer control over their own fertility, turning their very essence into an irresistible, potent allure. It was power in its purest, most primal form.
And then he thought of Misha.
Lately, watching her had been like witnessing a dam straining against a flood. He’d seen the glassy, intense look in her eyes, the way her formidable composure shattered in his presence. The puzzle pieces snapped together with an almost physical force. A slow, dawning grin spread across his face. The truth was so obvious, so overwhelming. “Oh,” he realized, the thought echoing in the silent library. “I’m not just him… I’m the main character. I’m the entire King’s Vessel.”
This epiphany couldn’t have come at a more critical time. Their world was already inverted, a matriarchy where women upheld society because men were a rare commodity. Misha was magnificent, a pillar of strength managing their vast estate, but even she had her limits. The weight of it all was becoming too much for one person to bear, the threat of chaos simmering just beneath the surface of order.
Which is why they hired help.
The door opened, and in walked the solution: Chise, Misha’s childhood best friend, arrived to serve as the new live-in maid.
