EMPEROR'S PERSPECTIVE:[1]
"Your Majesty, the princess is born."
The words grated against my ears, dragging me from the only peace I had—sleep.
I opened the door to find an insignificant maid kneeling on the cold stone floor, her head bowed so low I could barely see her face. At her feet, wrapped in a thin blanket, lay a bundle. Small. Quiet. Breathing.
"What did you say?" My voice was low, dangerous.
The maid flinched, her hands trembling as she spoke. "Y-Your Majesty... it's the princess... your daughter..."
A daughter.
A mistake.
I stared at the bundle, feeling nothing but cold detachment. This... thing was the result of a woman I barely remembered.
Useless. Weak.
"So... you're telling me I have a daughter now?"
My gaze bore into the maid, watching her body tremble like a leaf in a storm. She was terrified—and rightly so.
"Y-Yes... Your Majesty..."
Silence.
My eyes drifted back to the bundle. A tiny thing, barely moving.
