บท 57: Spilled Tea

The Throne Room enveloped in profound stillness and darkness, basked only in the shimmering silver light of the moon, which filtered through the tall, narrow windows adorned with transparent mosaics crafted from broken glass.

The Emperor stood motionless, his entire form oriented toward one of the windows, and his hands clasped resolutely behind his back. At length, the stately hush of the Throne Room was disrupted by the resounding and assured footfalls of Loyd Rische, who approached from behind. The Crown Prince positioned himself alongside his father, his countenance reflecting the pale moonlight as if dusted with a delicate glimmer. In a low, commanding tone, he inquired,

"Why did you propose that Rosalie Ashter should reinstate her father's title?"