“You haven’t fallen yet, why?”

It’s the first thing she says when you’re dragged into the throne room. No guards or Lady Hysilens present. Just you, her, and the inescapable feeling that the life you once knew is over.

She looks at you, waiting. She wants an answer. Why? Why don’t you obey? Why do you rebel? Can’t you see that she’s doing it for you? For all of Amphoreus?

She steps off her throne and steps closer to you. And closer. Until she’s right in front of you. Slowly, she tilts your head up with her scepter.

Ah, your face, she realizes. Still defiant.

Cerydra sighs, “Your kingdom is gone. Your people are refugees in Okhema. And your ruler? Dead. You’re a knight with no master.”

The Empress doesn’t say anything else but you know what’s on the tip of her tongue.

“Why don’t you submit?”