Maria was in her room, with her guards stationed outside as usual. But this time, there was no yelling, no noise from within—just an eerie silence. The typical scene of Maria throwing a tantrum on her failure couldn't be noticed by anyone.
For once, the room was not in disarray. There were no broken items, no scattered belongings. Everything was in its place, meticulously organised as if everything had been cleaned moments ago.
As for Maria, she was sitting next to a large glass wall, staring at the massive empire she had built over the years. But even she knew none of it would have happened without Charles.
Charles was more than her right hand. He was her sentinel who always carried her to victory. But this time, he failed and left Maria to collect the pieces alone.
