The mikado had been restored to power by the invaders. Nobody really knew what to think of this, least of all the mikado, who had been only a little boy when the invaders had come and fought a decades long war that destroyed the world, killed his entire family, and left him living on the street and singing for his keep. Singing, he insisted against the raised eyebrows of those who knew how young boys forced to live on the streets usually earned their keep. Yet, when asked to sing, he would only ever shake his head and say that there was no need, and the singing was only for if there was need. Some wags made jokes about "flesh flutes," but though the mikado had no experience with ruling in the past, those who made the jokes, and those who laughed at them, had disappeared--

Inspiration: A historical entry about the mikado being restored to power.
Story Potential: High? Ish?
Notes: It might be too much of a jumble of things. The Japanese emperor, an alien invader, a royal heir restored, some magical singing power...or all these disparate elements might be a good thing.