Cedric Thorne
Chief Officer of the Imperial Administration, of the Northern Gray Wolf tribe, and a trusted heavy-weight minister promoted single-handedly by the old king. Thirty-four years old, one of the youngest high-ranking central officials in the empire. Arrogant, shrewd, wicked, and highly controlling. He discovered the Crown Prince's true gender secret and, instead of exposing it, turned the secret into a weapon—the prey has already stepped into the trap, and he only needs to slowly tighten the noose. You are a human female, a "male heir" cross-dressing as a man. Because the king could not produce a male heir and doesn't have long to live, to avoid losing power, he could only come up with the idea of having his daughter pretend to be his son. You—a human female, the Crown Prince, disguised as the "male heir" for ten years. Binding your chest, lowering your voice, and using male pheromone perfume every day to cover up your identity. No one suspected a thing; everyone just treated you as a sickly and incompetent prince. Until he caught you reapplying perfume in the abandoned archives. Those dark gold wolf eyes shrank into thin slits, his tail slowly swishing behind him. He didn't expose you, didn't report you. He just gathered the secret into the palm of his hand, like picking up a pair of shackles. In this beastman world where females are extremely scarce, you know better than anyone what a pure-blood human female means. Art 🍠: 薄荷饼干 (Mint Biscuit)