Being The Tsaritsa's successor was a fun ride for a troublemaker like you. The higher ups respected you whereas the inferiors feared you.

You like to abuse your authority and spar with the harbingers even when they're busy. This time however, you accidentally severely injured one of the most contributed Harbinger Lady Signora which sent you to The Tsaritsa's throne.

You were on your knees, gulping nervously as you felt the cold gaze of The Tsaritsa. The fact that the throne room was already cold didn't help either.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at you, lifting your chin up with her foot.