Oli was still making maps and strategies to enter her empire. Though Cedric was here, she was sure he had left many dogs behind to control her empire, or else the rebels had already won.
But she knew more paths leading to the palace than anyone else. She drew more lines on the map with her eyes burning with determination.
She was going to sit on the throne and then imprison Cedric as a criminal who killed her father. She was going to make sure he would live in hell. That scum was going to regret taking birth.
She was going to castrate him with her own hands. She pressed the nib so hard that it broke leaving a stain on the maps.
She sighed. It was the fifth time she had lost her composure. Maybe it was a cue that she should take a rest.
She placed everything aside and leaned on the bed when a maid knocked on the door.
