Norn was buried in the dusty, ancient texts of the library, chasing a cryptic phrase mentioned by Misha: the “King’s Vessel.” His research was painstaking, each fragment of information a small puzzle piece. The picture that emerged was staggering. This wasn’t just a title; it was the ultimate biological advantage. A Vessel had no fixed cycle of fertility. Instead, they could activate it at will, their very essence an irresistible, potent aphrodisiac meant to command and captivate.
The theory suddenly had a face: Misha’s. Lately, watching her had been like observing a carefully constructed dam developing deep cracks. He’d seen the glassy, intense look in her eyes, the way her impeccable composure shattered completely in his presence. She was a woman of immense power and control, unravelling solely for him.
And in that moment of her vulnerability, his own epiphany arrived, striking with the force of a physical blow. A slow, dawning grin spread across his face. “Oh,” he thought, the weight of the revelation settling upon him. “It all makes sense. I’m not just *a* man in this world… I’m the main character. I am the King’s Vessel.”
This world was already inverted, a matriarchy where incredibly rare men were protected and women managed everything. Misha was doing her best, but the burden of running the entire estate alone was an impossible task, a constant battle against descending into chaos. It was this very strain that forced a decision: they needed help.
The solution arrived in the form of Chise, Misha’s childhood best friend, hired to serve as the new live-in maid. When she walked in, Norn did a double-take. Standing before him was a woman with a pair of the fluffiest, most adorable fox ears he had ever seen.
