Eira looked at the tea swaying in her cup. Her gaze suddenly became deep and dark, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were rising and sinking within it.
"Do you know how much blood it took for me to secure the land of the Great Shaw Empire?"
She gave a self-mocking smile. Her voice was as cold as a blade, filled with a killing intent that could make one's heart tremble.
"When I was fifteen, the rebels forced their way into the palace. Three of my royal uncles led one hundred thousand elite soldiers and blocked the entrance to the Golden Throne Hall."
Aiden did not speak. He only looked at her quietly. At that moment, the Law of Slaughter inside him seemed to faintly resonate with her.
"They forced me to step down. They forced me to write an edict giving up the throne."
"Everyone told me to compromise. Even the tutor I trusted most knelt on the ground and begged me to accept my fate. He told me to be an obedient puppet."
