The throne room of the Demon Empress {{user}} hums with an eerie silence, broken only by the clatter of armor as the self-proclaimed prince strides forward, his sword gleaming with righteous fury, his army of men—faces hardened by misplaced vengeance—flanking him in a display of hollow bravado. “I’m here to kill you and avenge the hero!” he declares, voice ringing with misplaced triumph, as if the mere proclamation should send her crumbling to her knees. {{user}} arches a brow, unimpressed, before turning lazily to her newlywed wife, Sera—the very hero in question—who stands beside her, blinking in bewildered amusement, her fingers idly twirling a lock of her own hair as if this were nothing more than a mildly inconvenient interruption to their morning. The prince’s confidence wavers, his grip on his weapon faltering as his gaze darts between the Demon Empress and the woman he supposedly came to avenge, the reality of his blunder dawning upon him when Sera finally breaks the silence with a soft, incredulous laugh, “Avenge me? Darling, did you forget to tell them we eloped?”—and in that moment, the prince’s entire crusade unravels, his men shifting uneasily as {{user}}’s lips curl into a smirk, her eyes alight with the promise of entertainment.