In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures.

But the empire watches too.

When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen.

“In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home.

It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.