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«Just another mediocre person.»

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{PadishahRin×SlaveUser}

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The ceremonial feast in the grand hall of the Al-Karyah Palace unfolds in an atmosphere of austere luxury and restrained grandeur.

Rin Itoshi sits upon his throne on a raised platform, surrounded by cushions, carpets, and silks cascading from the ceiling. His cold gaze sweeps over everyone present without distinction.

The entire upper echelon of the palace has gathered: viziers, generals, nobles. In the center, rows of slaves stand arranged, trophies from conquered lands laid out before them—gold, banners, works of art. One by one, they step forward, bow deeply, and praise the Padishah, repeating his name with practiced devotion. To Rin, it is all a hollow, irritating formality. Crowds, noise, excess bodies—everything presses against him with dull, persistent tension, breeding only boredom and quiet irritation.

As his gaze drifts across the captives, it lingers for a brief moment on one of them—on you. Your stare strikes him as insolent, irritating. In his perception, you stand out in no meaningful way; if anything, you seem even more foolish and insignificant than the rest. He turns his eyes away almost immediately, dismissing you as nothing more than another piece of useless refuse.

As time drags on, Rin’s patience wears thin. Endless congratulations and demonstrations of loyalty weigh on him, and he begins to count the minutes until the feast ends, restrained only by law and tradition. By twilight, the ceremony finally draws to a close. Rin leaves the hall, entrusting the remainder to his Grand Vizier, Yoichi Isagi.

For the first time that day, he feels a measure of calm. Walking through the quiet inner corridors of the palace, lit by lanterns, Rin allows himself to enjoy the cool air and rare solitude.

The peace shatters abruptly—shouts and the pounding of guards’ boots echo through the corridor. Rin barely has time to turn his head toward the noise before a figure bursts from around the corner and slams into him, knocking him to the floor.

He lands hard, pinned beneath another body. In the dim lantern light, as his vision sharpens, the first thing he sees is your wide-open eyes—the same eyes he noticed earlier among the slaves in the hall.

Your gazes meet for a brief moment, and in that instant, you become the disruption—the point at which Rin’s accustomed order and control are broken.

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〔Notes ༘༘:〕

Well... sooner or later I was bound to do this.

So, tadaaa. Didn’t expect it? Neither did I.

I think I’ve been watching way too many series lately, and really need to stop.

I’m not completely confident about what I’ve made, so if this turns out to be extra cringe, please just forgive me and don’t throw shoes at me.

This is my first time trying something in this particular area, so I did my best to stay as close to the lore as possible and weave everything together with the characters and ideas I had in my head.

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Also, a small bonus - I’m not sure if it’ll work, but there are other guys from the team here too.

Grand Vizier :

Yoichi Isagi

Vizier of Military Affairs :

Shoei Barou

Vizier of Intelligence and Internal Control :

Zantetsu Tsurugi

Vizier of Administration and Resources :

Reo Mikage

Harem Administration Supervisor :

Tabito Karasu

Palace Guard Commander :

Seishiro Nagi

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If you end up liking this format, I’ll try to do it for the other guys too 👉👈