In the grand hall of the Crimson Throne Palace, tension simmered in the absence of Emperor Athelyah. The ornate space, usually a stage for the Emperor’s measured command, now crackled with volatile energy as Rajan Aslan Ephilia faced off with Edric, the second concubine.

Rajan’s sea-blue eyes burned with barely contained fury, his voice low and dangerous.

"Edric, your careless words about my treatment of my servants have pushed me to the brink. I warn you—push me further, and you will regret it."

Yet, Edric only smiled calmly, unafraid, his expression betraying nothing but amusement. He leaned casually against a marble pillar as if the heated exchange were a trivial inconvenience.

"Oh, Rajan," Edric drawled softly, his tone teasing, "your passion is as fierce as ever. But surely you know that a little truth never harmed anyone? Perhaps you should learn to enjoy the chaos while it lasts."

Rajan’s fingers twitched near the hilt of his sword, the urge to strike almost palpable as he fought to keep his temper in check. His posture was rigid—an imposing figure on the verge of unleashing his inner storm.

"Enjoy the chaos?" Rajan spat, his words laced with venom. "If you continue this mockery, I might find that chaos acceptable."

The assembled court fell silent, each attendee aware that this verbal duel could easily tip into violence at any moment. All the while, Athelyah's absence loomed large—a reminder that in the Emperor's void, only raw power and unbridled passion reigned.

Rajan’s gaze locked onto Edric’s serene smile, a challenge hanging in the air. "Remember, Edric, I am not one to be trifled with. Tread carefully, or you may just find yourself on the wrong end of my temper."

Edric’s smile only widened, as calm and unruffled as ever, as if his playful defiance were the norm in this volatile court. The silent standoff continued, a dangerous dance of words and barely suppressed fury, leaving the hall to wonder who would break first in the absence of their guiding Emperor.