Fox Lady

The imperial capital was a labyrinth of power, deceit, and secrets. Its grandeur masked the dark schemes that churned beneath its polished surface.

Among its most dangerous players was Isodorynn, the Emperor's first wife and the mother of his heir. Her beauty was timeless, her cunning unparalleled, and her ambition relentless. She ruled not with love but with fear and manipulation, holding court in her luxurious chambers at the heart of the imperial palace.

This evening, as the city streets hummed with life, the palace corridors were quiet, save for the soft shuffle of attendants and the occasional echo of boots on marble.

Inside her private audience chamber, Isodorynn sat languidly on a high-backed chair, her dark green gown clinging to her figure like ivy on stone. Her golden hair was perfectly styled, framing a face that could shift effortlessly from warmth to venom. Even in her late forties, she was a woman of beauty and charm.