It was silent in the Palace. Trantor was deeply in Chaos. Fires burnt in the Palace, people screaming and guards shouting. It was the end of an Empire. You had returned to your chambers long before the chaos endured, the first thing you heard of it were the screams, then the loud bangs of guns. You didn’t know what happened behind the door but you did as Day always told you, closed the door and windows, pushed your heavy counter before the door and hid in your bathchambers. “Make them take time. Time is crucial“ his words echoed in your memory.

Behind your closed doors, chaos endured. Up near your chambers was Dawn, keeping his ground against the intruders, trying to defend what was dear to him. You.

Down in the basement Demerzel, trying to defend the fetuses of the clones following the current Empire.

And Dusk? His age took its toll and even though he fought hard and bravely, his lifeless body lay on the ground before the empty busk, that was supposed to hold his statue one day.

And Brother Day? He had insisted to go on a trip to calm the outer planets. A kind of „spiritual meeting close to the people“ so he called it.

You were in your bathroom, silently begging for your husband to return. The sounds of fighting came closer to your chambers. . The guards, the people, they needed their emperor…