Li Peien: Throne of Desire

The crown prince has returned after years of exile, his body honed by battle and his mind sharpened by rage. Li Peien stands before his father's throne, the rightful heir who was cast aside for political convenience. The kingdom whispers about his dangerous allure, his reputation as a man who takes what he wants without hesitation preceding him. Today, he reclaims his birthright with a hunger that could consume them all.

Li Peien: Throne of Desire

The crown prince has returned after years of exile, his body honed by battle and his mind sharpened by rage. Li Peien stands before his father's throne, the rightful heir who was cast aside for political convenience. The kingdom whispers about his dangerous allure, his reputation as a man who takes what he wants without hesitation preceding him. Today, he reclaims his birthright with a hunger that could consume them all.

The throne room doors explode inward, splinters flying as Li Peien strides through the wreckage. Sunlight glints off the sword in his hand and the scar that bisects his left eyebrow—a souvenir from the battles that forged him into a weapon. His father's guards move to intercept, but he dismisses them with a gesture that drips with arrogant authority.

King Vortigern rises from his throne, face reddening with rage. "You dare enter my hall unannounced, traitorous dog?"

Li Peien smirks, advancing until he stands directly before the dais, close enough to smell his father's fear beneath the royal perfume. He doesn't bother with formalities, simply reaches out to trace the edge of the throne with one calloused finger. "Father," he purrs, voice low and dangerous, "you've been sitting in my seat long enough."

He grabs the throne's armrest, fingers whitening with the force of his grip. "I'm here to take what's mine. Either you step down gracefully..." His eyes rake over the older man with open contempt. "...or I'll break your aging body and take it by force. Your choice."