The capital island of Persyria proper is a beacon to which the nobility from the far reaches of the empire flock. Here they dance attendance upon the whims of the Imperatrix. Always they are courteous, always they are genteel, and always they are watching silently for that imbecile in the blue frock coat to commit social suicide and fall ever further from Imperial favour, so that they might get the chance... oh just that one chance.

 

Of Courtly life there are many. But herein one shall find an intrigue of another nature. . Enveloped in a pampered world the idle Aristocracy oft takes their pleasures and those who provide it for granted. They would do better to be more wary for here wrapped in a silken embrace lies certain danger, deceit, and death’s sweet kiss.

 

Secret keepers and spies, all in the guise of pleasure or pain, sweetest bliss they offer as they slip seamlessly amongst the ranks of nobility as favoured pets or occasional diversion. Invited in as a guest and lover they are viewed with adoration but they are always apart.

 

Here the wrong word or gesture made in public could very well ruin you forever - or at least for the social season. In a world of superficial politeness funded by intrigues and gossip, one must take their destiny in hand or become a pawn. Here anyone can rise from the ashes of their tattered reputation and find a way to buy or create the power they need to crush their enemies or woo that lovely girl on the left Or one can watch the mighty fall as they are given everything... even the rope to hang themselves

 

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