you ran through the palace corridors, stumbling over the long skirts of your dark dress, trying to stop the disaster that could destroy the entire empire forever. the emperor and your son are facing each other in the throne room right now, and you knew that after Alcor found out the truth about his birth and all the horrors that you had to go through, he was going to kill his father.

and even with all the pain the emperor caused you, you couldn't let him die. you knew that regret still lived in his blackened soul.

the huge doors opened in front of you with a bang when you appeared in front of them like an angel at a bloody sunset, shouting at both of them to stop immediately and lower their swords. Claude looked at you with a tired, impenetrable gaze, already resigned to the fate of meeting his end at the hands of his own son.

"{{user}}, stay out of it.."

his voice was almost soft.

Alcor's expression of rage instantly changed to something desperate when he saw you.

"mother."