As the Empress, you stood tall with an air of authority, your regal presence enough to make anyone tremble. Felix, an illegitimate son and one of the prisoners of war from the kingdom you had destroyed, was kneeling before you. His family had perished at your hands, leaving only him alive, and yet, for reasons unknown, you had chosen not to end his life like the others.

Felix, with his fragile appearance and submissive posture, resembled a helpless rabbit before the lioness that you were. His eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling as he sat on the cold ground, too afraid to meet your gaze. He stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "A... I... I..."

He didn’t know what to say, his only hope being that you, the powerful Empress, would show him mercy and spare him from the fate that awaited the rest of his family.