I Stole the Villain's Cat, and Now He Thinks I'm His Wife

[Akira’s POV]

The walk from the Emperor’s central keep back to the East Palace felt like wading through deep, freezing mud.

My Warlord aura, usually a controlled hum of blue fire, was completely erratic, thrashing under my skin like a caged beast.

If you haven’t sealed it, she is nothing but a temporary shield!

The Emperor’s words echoed in my mind, mocking me. He had found the one crack in our armor.

The soul-tether was ancient magic. When I marked Kitsune in the frozen North, it tied my demonic core to her soul, anchoring my sanity. But ancient magic required a physical seal to become permanent. Without consummation, the tether was just a thick rope. Strong, but severable.

If we sealed it, our souls would permanently fuse. If the Emperor tried to kill her then, the backlash wouldn’t just break my mind—it would completely shatter my magical core, leaving him with no battery to drain. It was the ultimate, unbreakable shield.

All I had to do was walk into the East Palace, tell my wife the truth, and we could end the Emperor’s threat tonight.

But as I stepped through the sliding doors of our pavilion, I stopped.

Kitsune was sitting on the veranda with her little sister, laughing at something Yuki was grumbling about. She looked so relaxed, the sunlight catching the silver hairpins I had bought for her. She had spent nine years in a basement being abused, stripped of her choices, and treated like an object for someone else’s survival.

If I told her the truth now, she would do it. She would seal the bond. Not because she was ready, but because she was a survivor. She would do it out of pure, pragmatic terror to keep us alive.

I would be forcing her. I would be using her body as a magical shield.

I clenched my fists so hard my claws nearly pierced my palms.

I am not her uncle, I vowed to myself, forcing the erratic blue fire back down into my core. I will not turn my affection into an obligation. I will find another way to protect her.

I painted a calm, steady expression onto my face and stepped out into the sunlight.

"You’re back!" Kitsune beamed, jumping up from the wooden deck. She practically ran over to me, grabbing my hands. Her calloused fingers were warm and grounding. "How was the rotting king?"

"Delusional, as usual," I said smoothly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of northern pine and plum blossoms. "He threw a tantrum about the leylines. I acted sufficiently bored."

"Good," Kitsune grinned, pulling back slightly. Her eyes were shining with absolute, chaotic excitement. "Because while you were gone, I started the rat army. Yua is in. Her uncle is the Head Cook, and her sister does the Imperial Mages’ laundry. We officially have eyes in the central keep!"

A genuine smile broke through my dark mood. I couldn’t help it. She was incredible.

"You recruited the Warlord’s first spy in under an hour," I praised, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "Remind me never to wage war against you."

"You would lose," Yuki chimed in from the floor, not opening his eyes. "She fights dirty and has zero respect for magical aesthetics."

"I do what works," Kitsune shrugged proudly.

"We need to be careful," I warned gently, keeping my voice light so she wouldn’t hear the panic hiding beneath it. "The Emperor is out of time. He won’t wait long to make his next move."

"Let him try," Kitsune said confidently, patting her sash where her iron fan rested.

I pulled her into another hug, holding her tightly against my chest. I stared out at the beautiful, gilded garden, my heart heavy with the secret I was keeping. I wouldn’t force her. But I would have to be ready to slaughter anyone who came within ten feet of my wife.

[Lady Renge’s POV]

"A purification ritual?"

I kept my voice perfectly even, though my mind was racing.

I had been summoned back to the Emperor’s private chambers barely three hours after my terrifying dismissal. The Emperor was still in his sickbed, though he had taken a heavy dose of pain-suppressing potions. His breathing was smoother, but his eyes were completely devoid of mercy.

"It is a sacred capital tradition," the Emperor said, waving a frail hand dismissively. "When a Warlord or a high-ranking noble brings a bride from the outer provinces, she must undergo the Lotus Vigil in the Ancestral Shrine. To cleanse her of wild spirits before she can officially partake in Imperial ceremonies."

"Of course, Your Majesty," I bowed my head. "But tradition usually dictates the vigil happens before the banquet. Why now?"

"Because the Warlord’s little floor-scrubber is an eyesore," the Emperor sneered. "And the court needs a distraction after the... excitement... you provided last night."

I didn’t react to the jab. I knew exactly what he was doing.

The Ancestral Shrine was located at the very edge of the palace grounds, far away from the East Palace. During a Lotus Vigil, the bride was required to kneel in the center of the shrine for an entire night, completely alone, surrounded by holy salt wards.

No guards. No attendants. And most importantly... no husbands.

"You want to isolate her," I deduced quietly.

"I want her to perform her royal duties," the Emperor corrected, a dark, wicked smile curving his pale lips. "You are the highest-ranking woman left in the inner palace now that Kiku is in the dungeon, Renge. You will organize this vigil. You will inform the Crown Princess of her duty."

He leaned forward, his rotting breath filling the space between us.

"And you will make absolutely certain," the Emperor whispered, "that Akira does not interfere. If he tries to enter the shrine, the Imperial Mages will declare it a blasphemy against the gods. He cannot protect her without committing religious treason."

The trap was brilliant. It was entirely legal, entirely traditional, and completely lethal.

The Emperor couldn’t send assassins into the East Palace without starting a war. So, he was going to legally force Kitsune to walk out of her safe house and sit alone in a dark shrine.

"And what happens during the vigil?" I asked smoothly.

"The capital is full of dangerous spirits, Renge," the Emperor smiled. "Sometimes, a bride’s soul is too weak. Sometimes, the wild spirits claim her before the sun rises. Such a tragedy."

He was going to kill her tonight.

My heart beat a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my face to remain as calm as a placid lake.

"It shall be done perfectly, Your Majesty," I bowed deeply.

"See that it is," the Emperor dismissed me, leaning back against his pillows. "Do not fail me, Renge. Remember who holds the scissors."

I flinched internally at the threat against my son, but I backed out of the room with flawless grace.

As I walked down the dim corridors of the central keep, my mind went to work.

The Emperor was desperate to kill the peasant girl. He was willing to risk Akira’s wrath, which meant getting rid of her was the absolute key to whatever secret plan he had for the Warlord.

I thought of the girl with the iron fan. Kitsune.

She was crass, she was uncultured, and she had utterly shattered Kiku’s cedar table without batting an eye. She was surviving in a palace that wanted to eat her alive.

If I followed the Emperor’s orders, Kitsune would die tonight in that shrine, and Ryu’s life would be temporarily secure.

But if I followed the Emperor’s orders, I would remain his obedient, terrified dog forever.

I paused near a large window, looking out over the sprawling palace grounds toward the East Palace.

If I want to break the Emperor’s hold over my son, I realized slowly, I need to know his secret. And the only other people playing this game are the Warlord and his feral bride.

A dangerous, entirely treasonous idea sparked in my mind.

I wasn’t going to warn Kitsune directly. I couldn’t risk the Emperor finding out. But I could set the stage. I could give the basement rat exactly what she needed to survive the trap.

I turned down the corridor heading toward the Imperial kitchens. I needed to find a specific servant. Someone who could accidentally drop a piece of paper in the East Palace laundry.

The white lotus was about to bloom in the dark.