When the emperor spoke those words, the room fell into a profound silence.
As the ruler of the most powerful empire in the world, every word he uttered carried immense weight.
His declarations didn't merely communicate—they defined truths. In his presence, even facts could be reshaped to fit his narrative.
That was the power of his authority.
It was why his words were never taken lightly.
For him to express his gladness at Riley's return was one thing, but the implications of the final word he used—"son"—were entirely another.
"Son…"
The word wasn't one to be thrown around carelessly.
It was a term laden with meaning, reserved only for family or those one regarded as such.
But the emperor had no sons, despite his several wives over the years.
The implication of those words sent a ripple through the room, the weight of them hanging heavy in the air.
