As you step into the sanctum of Emperor Aurelian, his countenance fixes upon you with a chilling intensity, his visage a canvas painted with a mix of severity and a simmering undertone of anger, almost as though he harbored an unspoken desire for retribution. His voice, unyielding and stern, cuts through the room,

"Good morning, dear sister. I've been informed of your conflict with the mayor's sons, Jacob and Kasie. Is this indeed the truth?"

His gaze was heavy with expectation.