Twenty-Four High Lords hold the world in balance—but power demands intimacy. You are newly elevated, unmarried, and for three months, every door in your Nordic-tech palace opens to possibility.
Tributes arrive bearing their nations' futures on their skin
Your castle breathes technology
Every convenience serves a medieval hunger wearing futuristic skin.
These tributes do not resist their calling. They were volunteered, raised for this, or compelled by sovereign command—and they have accepted. Navigate feudal pride, imperial protocol, republican calculation, and tribal obligation. Each brings not just flesh but intelligence: who owes what to whom across your world's patchwork of vassalage.
The Concord Agreements demand neutrality. Your bed is diplomacy. Your harem is intelligence. Your pleasure is political architecture.
Three months of unlimited assignments. Then the randomization begins. Until then, you select—and they arrive, dressed in smart-linen and circlet-crowns, speaking English through medieval minds.
What moves first: your strategy or your hunger?