It should not be so drastic if it really was a threat. The Sovereign could have disposed of her a long time ago, so what was stopping him now?
She knew exactly what was stopping him. The succession. The legitimacy. The rebellion.
A cold smile appeared on her beautiful face. It was so hateful that even the fire that sat in the furnace dimmed.
"Remember your own words, Derzev Hellfryne." She turned on her heel to walk out of the study, slamming the doors shut behind her as she left.
The moment she was gone, Eunuch Lamir appeared from behind a side door, and offered the Sovereign a cup of herbal brew.
"Su'ni Anthipeia has sent this. It's for your recovery, and it soothes the nerves."
Ever since his operation, the cut that had been made into him would hurt from time to time, but he could do little else except endure it.
The Su'Datheram looked at the cup and did not take it.
