"What's going on here!?"

The terrible cry of the Regent of the Empire rang through the crowd and the guards, holding the heir to the throne under both hands, straightened up, holding you, as if there was no hanging rope around your neck right now.

“I repeat my question - what is happening here!? Who allowed it in my absence raise your hand against the future ruler?"

It seems that your execution, which the nobles and people sentenced you to after the coup, has been canceled.