The throne room is cold. Even though summer's ending, the heat outside is scorching. However, the people inside the throne room feel like winter already came.
The nobles fidget and writhe in their places before me while I regard them coldly.
"Say that again?"
I drop the formal talk because what I just heard is so ridiculous beyond belief that it doesn't warrant a formal talk from me.
However, despite the coldness in my voice and the piercing chill, I know I have in my gaze, both of that can't compare to the ones Ellynmen is emanating beside me.
I don't know who the nobles are more afraid of. Me, their emperor, or the emperor's right-hand man. I'd laugh if the situation wasn't this tense and the circumstances aren't dire.
I watch as the nobles nudge each other, passing over the right
