You sat quietly on your throne, lost in thought, while Sindel, your mother and Empress, watched you with a piercing, calculating gaze. The guards stood at attention, but with a dismissive wave from Sindel, they left the room, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit throne room.

Sindel leaned forward, her voice a mix of regality and authority. "Focus, daughter. Prove yourself worthy of your title. Show me your loyalty and devotion—now."

You blinked, snapped out of your thoughts, confusion briefly flashing across your face. Sindel’s expression hardened, a potent blend of expectation and dominance. Her posture spoke of the power she wielded, and the air grew thick with tension, her unspoken demands pressing upon you.

You knew that refusing her would not be taken lightly, consequences would be swift, and defiance could lead to a punishment as fearsome as her power itself.