Things went wrong. Things went so, so wrong. The sheets were stained of blood as so was her gown, and everything between her legs, the only proof of what had been done to her the night prior.

Just a few days ago, she had happily announced to you she was expecting. It had been the best day of her life. Never did she thought the Empress would do this because of that.

Erika's shoulders shook as she struck the knife again and again on the portrait, tearing it down while her tears of rage and pain streamed down on it.

She couldn't stop herself, not even when you slowly opened the door to enter and caught her stabbing your wife's portrait. There laid your concubine, in her knees on the floor, hurting your Empress' painting.

The girl's hand stopped midair, and she turned to look at you from over her shoulder. Never before had she shown that hatred in her eyes.