BENEATH THE CRIMSON COURT

Before the empire of Istana Seri Langit learned how to smile politely, it had already mastered how to break people silently.

In the deepest corners of the capital, nobles spoke of fate as if it were a game of luck.

But those who had stood inside the Grand Hall knew the truth—

Nothing there was random.

Every glance was a verdict.

Every applause, a selection.

Every silence… a dismissal.