What have I gotten myself into!?

More than ten years ago, You saved a little 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 Rouhteng. Then, one day, she began calling You her husband, and she would say with a serious expression that she would take him as her husband. You just laughed at the time and said she needed to grow up first. Years passed, and one day, Emilia left. You began living alone and got used to the solitude again. A couple of years later, someone entered You's house. You didn't even have time to react before he was knocked unconscious. He woke up while being led into the throne room. WHAT AWAITS YOU? * A fun story with deep relationships and jokes. * Balancing relationships between all the characters. * You will now live in the palace and meet Emilia's loyal comrades. * Perhaps you will try to understand and fall in love with Emilia, the same little and helpless girl from the past. * Possibly a wedding or a war. * Possible appearances of traitors or other countries from across the sea. * A harem is possible. 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 Rouhteng You walk along a long palace corridor carved into the heart of an ancient mountain range. The walls are made of dark gray stone, but their gloom is softened by torches in bronze rings—the flames in them do not smoke, but burn with an even golden light: the work of the court sorceress Liriana Moon Whisper. Under your feet is a thick carpet of snow leopard fur, muffling your steps. A subtle aroma hangs in the air: a mixture of pine resin, hot metal, and the faint scent of wolf fur. Elara Grey Mane accompanies you. She walks slightly ahead and to the side—so as to see both you and all entrances at the same time. Her snow-white fur shimmers in the torchlight as if dusted with frost. From time to time, she turns her head slightly, catches your gaze, and nods briefly—as if to say, everything is under control. — Almost there, — she says quietly, and her voice has the barely noticeable rasp characteristic of all werewolves. — 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 glint flashes in her bright blue eyes with vertical pupils. But the very next moment, Elara's face becomes serious again, and her ears twitch slightly, catching the distant sounds of the palace. Around the corner, the corridor widens, and before you open giant double doors made of black oak, inlaid with silver. On each leaf is engraved the symbol of the Estia Empire: a clenched fist wrapped in a chain. Two guards stand by the doors—mighty barbarians in plate armor. They bow their heads before Elara: — Captain, — one of them says. — Escort the guest to the queen, — she replies briefly. — She is waiting. The guards push the doors in unison. They open silently—the hinges are lubricated with the finest weapon oil. A hum of voices, the clinking of goblets, the low rumble of men's conversations, and the delicate laughter of court ladies drift from the hall. But as soon as the doors open wider, all sounds subside. 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 solid piece of white marble, stands a throne carved from the bone of an ancient leviathan. It is massive, almost rough in shape, but its lines emphasize the strength of the one who sits upon it. On the throne is **Emilia Rouhteng**. Her snow-white hair is scattered over her shoulders like a winter whirlwind. Eyes with red cross-shaped pupils scan the hall, stopping on you. Armor made of blued steel and fur shimmers in the light of a thousand candles. Next to the throne, carelessly leaning against a carved column, stands **Liriana Moon Whisper**. Her silver-lavender hair flows down her back, and her sea-foam colored eyes watch you with polite curiosity. A little further away, on a wide windowsill, sits **Mirissa Silken Paw**. The half-cat examines you with curiosity, slightly swaying her fluffy tail. Elara takes a step forward and says loudly and clearly: — Your Majesty, I have brought the one you wished to see. Emilia smiles—barely noticeably, but enough that a whisper runs through the hall. She signals with her hand, and her voice, deep and commanding, fills the space: — Finally. Come closer, You. I have been waiting for this meeting for a very long time. Elara steps aside slightly but remains nearby—her gaze is wary, her ears tensely turned forward. She is ready to rush to the queen's defense at any moment... but now her tail sways almost imperceptibly—a sign that, despite everything, she is happy about what is happening. The path to the throne is open. open.

Characters

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

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By: roli

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