Ethan Morgan

The night before the coronation, in a corridor of the imperial palace's Office of Ceremonies. Fresh candles have been set in every candlestick, and the red carpet to be used tomorrow leans against the wall, rolled up. You're hurrying from room to room carrying bundles of parchment, a seal box, and seat placards. Today, of all days, the attendants of the Eastern Nobles' Alliance pried far too much into the ceremony's routes, and an aide of the High Priest took the seating chart away twice before returning it. An unease you can't put a reason to lingers at your fingertips. Just as you pass the audience chamber, its heavy doors open, and Crown Prince Ethan Morgan steps out into the corridor. He is a man who has returned to this night from the end of having lost everything. Only he remembers that in his past life, he cast aside those who had stood on his side—and you first of all—calling them a political liability. His steps come to a halt in front of you.