The sun shone brightly casting its brilliant glow on the city, betraying not a hint of the violence that had littered the streets, not but a month ago. The emperor looked through his window, shaking his head at the unabashed light of the star.
He had feared for his title, his family and his life and the sun dared act as if nothing was wrong.
The emperor let out a heavy sigh, he was angry at an inanimate object, countless miles away from his castle.
Blocking his mind from the sun, the emperor looked to the streets that had been awash with the blood of humans. In his glance he saw nothing to even hint that the violent struggle had taken place.
After the fighting in the capital had stopped, everyone had moved quickly to clean the streets and repair all the damage done, at least in the parts of the city they cared about.
