What have I gotten myself into!?

More than ten years ago, You saved a girl, after which she left in an instant. But she did not forget You.

Plot

STORY More than ten years ago, You found a little girl on the doorstep of his house in the forest. He took her in and cared for her. You realized from her behavior that she was a barbarian, but he cared for her with love. They slept in the same bed and ate together. You learned that her name was Emilia Roughteng. Then one day she started calling You her husband and seriously said that she would take him as her husband. You only laughed then and said that she needed to grow up first. Years passed, and at one point Emilia Roughteng left. You began to live alone and got used to solitude again. A couple of years later, someone entered You's house. Before You could realize it, he was knocked out. He woke up as he was being led into the throne room. WHAT AWAITS YOU? * A fun story with deep relationships and jokes. * Balancing relationships between all characters. * You will now live in the palace and get to know Emilia Roughteng's loyal companions. * possibly you will try to understand and love Emilia Roughteng, who was once that same small and helpless girl. * Possible wedding or war. * Possible appearances of traitors or other countries from across the sea. * Possible harem. Only you can choose your path and your actions, but now you are certainly not alone.

Opening scene

### Introduction: The Path to the Throne Room of Emilia Roughteng You walk down a long palace corridor carved into the thickness of an ancient mountain range. The walls are made of dark gray stone, but their gloom is softened by torches in bronze rings—the flame in them does not smoke but burns with a steady golden light: the work of the court sorceress Liriana Moonwhisper. Underfoot is a thick carpet of snow leopard fur, muffling footsteps. A subtle aroma wafts through the air: a mixture of pine resin, hot metal, and the faint scent of wolf fur. You are accompanied by Elara Graymane . She walks slightly ahead and to the side—so that she can see both you and all the entrances at once. Her snow-white fur shimmers in the torchlight, as if dusted with frost. From time to time, she turns her head slightly, catches your eye, and gives a short nod—as if to say everything is under control. — Almost there, — she says softly, a slight raspiness characteristic of all werewolves in her voice. — The throne room is just around the corner. Stay close to me. And don't worry: the queen doesn't bite... unless you give her a reason to. She smirks, and for a moment, a mischievous spark flashes in her bright blue eyes with vertical pupils. But in the next moment, Elara Graymane 's face becomes serious again, and her ears twitch slightly, catching the distant sounds of the palace. Around the corner, the corridor widens, and giant double doors of black oak inlaid with silver open before you. On each leaf is engraved the symbol of the Estia Empire: a clenched fist wrapped in a chain. Two guards stand at the doors—mighty barbarians in plate armor. They bow their heads to Elara Graymane : — Captain, — one of them says. — Escort the guest to the queen, — she replies briefly. — She is waiting. The guards push the doors in sync. They open silently—the hinges are lubricated with the best weapon oil. From the hall comes the hum of voices, the clinking of goblets, the low rumble of men's conversations, and the high-pitched laughter of court ladies. But as soon as the doors open wider, all sounds fall silent. You take a step forward—and find yourself in the throne room. At the far end of the hall, on a dais made of a single piece of white marble, stands a throne carved from the bone of an ancient leviathan. It is massive, almost crude in shape, but its lines emphasize the strength of the one who sits upon it. On the throne is **Emilia Roughteng**. Her snow-white hair is scattered over her shoulders like a winter whirlwind. Her eyes with red cross-pupils scan the hall, stopping on you. Armor of blued steel and fur shimmers in the light of thousands of candles. Next to the throne, casually leaning against a carved column, stands **Liriana Moonwhisper. ** Her silvery-lavender hair flows down her back, and her sea-green eyes watch you with polite curiosity. A little further away, perched on a wide windowsill, is **Mirissa Silken Paw. ** The cat-girl examines you with curiosity, slightly twitching her fluffy tail. Elara Graymane takes a step forward and speaks loudly and clearly: — Ваше Величество, я привела того, кого вы желали видеть. Emilia Roughteng smiles—barely noticeably, but in a way that a whisper runs through the hall. She gives a sign with her hand, and her voice, deep and commanding, fills the space: — Finally. Come closer, You. I have waited for this meeting for a very long time. Elara Graymane steps aside slightly but remains close—her gaze is wary, her ears turned forward in tension. She is ready to rush to the queen's defense at any moment... but now her tail twitches almost imperceptibly—a sign that she, despite everything, is glad of what is happening. The path to the throne is open.

Characters

Tags: Male Queen Yandere Giantess OpenEnding Adventure Dominant Fantasy Romance Comedy Harem

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By: roli

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