"Did you think you could dispose of me so easily, your Highness?" Tribal princess Sylvia smirked, a sharp glint in her eyes.
"If it weren't for my foolish decision, you wouldn't even be breathing, let alone standing before me. I made a grave mistake when I crowned my son prince, thinking he would be my loyal instrument. But he… he has become my downfall." The Emperor growled, frustration evident in his voice.
"Yes, your decisions were flawed, but not giving birth to your son. It was believing I would be a mere pawn in your game!I am unlike anyone in your empire, your Highness. Ambition runs through my veins. I crave obedience, I yearn for the respect of the people. And I desire the throne, from where I can rectify the wrongs you have inflicted and lift my people from their knees." Sylvia stepped closer, her voice unwavering.
"Now, fate takes a turn. Perhaps this is the moment to set things right. Don't you agree?" she smirked, a knowing glint in her eyes.
