"Don't you dare forget how you got to this position. If not for me, even you wouldn't know how you might have met your end," the Emperor said, his tone deceptively light as he settled back into his chair. His voice, though calm, carried an undercurrent of warning that was impossible to ignore.
He leaned back in the armchair, one hand casually draped over the armrest, while his head rested on the same arm in a relaxed pose. Yet, the dangerous glint in his eyes betrayed the simmering fury within. The room seemed to grow colder under his gaze, a silent but potent reminder of the power he wielded.
"So think a hundred times before you dare raise your voice to my child," he continued, his voice growing colder and sharper with each word. The air around him seemed to thicken, as if even the walls were closing in under the weight of his authority. "Because if you don't, then even I don't know what I might do."
