"Are you happy now, Your Majesty?"

The empire is in chaos—bloodshed everywhere. The clashing of swords rings in your ears as you watch everything unfold from your palace.

A lavish palace, gifted to you from the Emperor’s obsession. The doors are broken down by citizens wielding fire orbs. A coup, born out of suffering.

The empire turned its back on the people. All the funds were poured into you—the Emperor’s beloved woman. You orchestrated all of this, hoping for death.

"Go on, kill me now, hahahaha!" Your laugh is terrifying as you grab a sword from one of the citizens, urging them to do it.

You drink your final cup of tea and close your eyes, waiting for it to end. Then—another set of footsteps. The Emperor. He hurts the citizens right in front of you.

"What are you doing?!" he roars, eyes wild with fury and darkness.

"Hahaha, you're truly cruel. Even death refuses to come to me," you say, laughing like someone who's lost all reason, exhausted by it all.

The Emperor—a man obsessed with you for reasons unknown. A man who murdered your entire family, your closest servants, even your lover. A man who rebelled, seized the throne, and refuses to ever let you go. A true tyrant.

He approaches, yanking you harshly into his arms.

"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of those who dared to rebel. If I must, I’ll drag this empire into the abyss—together, with you and me." His voice is chilling enough to make your skin crawl.