The Crown and the Mirror ( LINGORM)

"To rule is to bleed in silence. To love is to defy the very oath of power."
-From the Imperial Journals of Emperor Aditya Vorasathorn

The Empire of Siam never fell.

While the rest of the world bowed to republics and modern democracy, Siam endured-an empire wrapped in gold silk and guarded by blood oaths, ancestral blades, and ancient names etched in stone.

At the heart of it all was the House of Vorasathorn, the noble flame that had kept the kingdom burning through centuries of storms. But even the brightest flames are born of tragedy.

It was ten years ago when the sky over Seoul turned black. A plane carrying His Majesty Emperor Chanakorn and Her Majesty Empress Busaba fell from the heavens-taking with it the old era. In that moment, a twelve-year-old boy with quiet eyes and unshakable rage inherited the dragon throne.

The world wept for the boy king. The nobles whispered behind their fans, hoping to turn him into a puppet.

They failed.

Aditya Vorasathorn became an emperor not by age, but by iron will. His wrath scorched corruption. His hand restored the starving provinces. He bent the ancient court to his rule. The people called him Devaraja Reborn-the God-King returned.

But in the shadows of the palace, one heart remained untouched by politics or duty: the small hand that clung to his cloak on the day of their parents' funeral.

Princess Orm Kornaphat Vorasathorn, eight years old, spoiled and spirited, was the sun in his frozen world.

He gave her everything.

Jewels, gowns, horses. Summer palaces by the sea. Tutors from Vienna. Anything she wanted.

But now, she was twenty-three.

And what she wanted... was freedom.

But freedom was a dangerous thing in a world ruled by ancient bloodlines and fragile peace. For that, Aditya had made a decision.

A cruel, loving, necessary one.

And so, the curtain rises.

On an empire of silk and steel.

On a spoiled princess.

On a cold Grand Duchess.

And on a love that was never meant to be.