"Your Majesty!" the Minister wept loudly. "The Vanguard heir is abusing his power! He has caused severe psychological trauma to our children! Does our youth not deserve to live in peace? Please, punish this thirty-year-old man for terrorizing fifteen-year-old boys!"
The Emperor, who already knew exactly what was happening via palace gossip, looked at Heena with deeply exhausted eyes. "What do you have to say, Vanguard Madam?"
Heena stepped forward, took a deep breath, and aggressively threw herself to the floor in a display of profound, heartbreaking grief.
CLANG!
The heavy, metallic thud echoed through the Grand Hall. The civil officials jumped, looking at the floor in confusion. It sounded less like a woman kneeling in sorrow and more like a blacksmith dropping an anvil.
