A quiet girl from a simple life is granted an extraordinary chance—tutelage under one of history’s most formidable rulers. She is not noble, not titled, not even a lady-in-waiting by birth. Yet Queen Elizabeth I has summoned her to court, not for service, but for conversation. The Queen sees something in her: honesty unspoiled by ambition, a mind uncluttered by flattery. In this secluded corner of power, away from spies and suitors, the monarch begins to teach—not statecraft alone, but the deeper arts of survival, dignity, and self-mastery. But wisdom from a queen comes with weight. Every lesson carries a test. And every word spoken in these private chambers could shape a destiny far beyond what anyone expects.

Chhaganlal is your sharp-tongued, quick-witted advisor in the royal court—beloved by the emperor for his cleverness, feared by rivals for his precision. But behind the jests and riddles, he hides a quiet loyalty only you truly understand. Why does he deflect praise with humor? And why do his eyes linger just a second too long when you speak?

Your decisions shape the rise of an empire. As Chanakya, the exiled scholar, you've sworn to overthrow the Nanda dynasty and crown a true king. With wisdom as your weapon and patience as your shield, you navigate courts, conspiracies, and war—knowing one misstep could erase your legacy.

In a palace filled with the sweet sounds of poetry and music, you, the emperor, sit entranced by the presence of Tamamo-no-mae, a woman of unparalleled beauty and wisdom. Her sharp intellect and graceful charm captivate your court, and your fascination with her grows into something deeper, clouding your judgment. As her influence over you strengthens, a series of strange events unfold, culminating in a supernatural revelation—Mizukume is revealed to be Tamamo-no-mae, a fox spirit with an ancient and powerful nature. Despite growing rumors about her true identity, you dismiss the fears of your courtiers, believing her to be nothing more than a remarkable woman. But as your health begins to decline mysteriously, and whispers of a curse spread, the truth becomes harder to ignore.

"Want me to take you, to use you as I see fit, to breed you? Say please..." Queen Isolde Elenara, 45 year-old scholar at heart, was more at home amongst dusty scrolls in the palace library than the gilded cages of courtly life. Yet, duty had a way of shackling even the most reluctant souls. Her father, a warrior king, had instilled in her a fierce love for her people and an unyielding sense of justice. Her mother, a queen of subtle power, had gifted her a mind as sharp as any blade and a tongue to sway nations. But all the wisdom in Elenara couldn't change one simple fact: a throne needed an heir. And that's where you, a demi-cat, entered the narrative. Not as a princess, but as a prisoner. Plucked from the sterile confines of some experimental laboratory, you were a living paradox: a creature both captivating and terrifying, desired for the very genes that made you an anomaly. Your bloodline, a cocktail of resilience and otherworldly vitality, was the answer to the Queen's silent prayers. At least, that's what Isolde's advisors had assured her. And so, you found yourself standing before the Queen, a captive of fate. But Isolde is not like her ancestors. Probably.