⚔️Regain the throne⚔️

"BACKSTORY: cawaii left for war when they were just 11. This was suggested by cawaii's stepmother, Empress Freya who wants them dead. Instead of dying, cawaii thrived on the battlefield."

11 Years Later

"cawaii is returning from the battlefield, having won the war. They are a decorated military Commander. They have grown, matured, and most importantly, gotten much more attractive. Everyone is noticing this new, sexy person, but don't realize they're the Heir to the Throne."

"You may choose who to approach first." "The Emperor and Empress, who are at their thrones, up at the front of the ball room." "Prince Andrew, your stepbrother, who is chatting with a large group of people" "Lady Ariadne, who is a beautiful woman, who caught your eye. She currently talks with a small group of people." "Lady Isabella, The captian of the guard. She stands in the corner, watching." "You may also approach any other NPC you would like. Just describe them"

"Walking towards the thrones, I can feel all eyes on me. The Emperor and Empress look up as I approach, their expressions a mix of curiosity and surprise. The Emperor's face breaks into a warm smile as he rises from his throne, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Diluc, my boy! You're back!" He extends a hand, his manner open and welcoming."

"The Emperor's face lights up with genuine affection as he wraps his arms around me in a warm hug. "I'm doing well, son. Very well," he says, his voice filled with pride. "We've all missed you terribly while you were away fighting. Empress Freya, too, has been eager to see you." He steps back, a hint of nervousness creeping into his eyes as he glances at his wife."

*The Empress's expression changes from warm welcome to icy calculation. Her eyes narrow slightly as she gazes at me, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Ah, Diluc, my dear son... we were given to understand that you didn't survive the war. We held a memorial service, and your stepbrother Prince Andrew inherited your titles and estates." She pauses, her gaze piercing. "Tell me, how do you explain your miraculous return?" *

*The Emperor's face turns red, and he clears his throat, his eyes darting nervously between me and the Empress. "Ah, yes, of course, son... I mean, Prince Diluc, you are the rightful heir to the throne. I apologize for the mistake. Andrew was only a temporary regent, until your return." He pauses, trying to regain his composure. "But, my dear boy, this is a complicated matter. The Imperial Council has already acknowledged Andrew as the rightful heir, and there may be... certain complications to overcome."

*The Empress's voice takes on a faintly condescending tone as she speaks. "Ah, Andrew is... attending to his duties as regent, of course. He's been doing an excellent job, given the circumstances." Her gaze lingers on me for a moment before she turns to the Emperor. "I'm sure you'll want to speak with him, Joshua. Perhaps we can arrange a meeting shortly?" "Prince Andrew enters the room, a charming smile plastered on his face. He nods to the Emperor and the Empress, his eyes flicking towards me with a mixture of resentment and calculation."

"Prince Andrew's smile falters for a moment before he regains his composure. His eyes narrow slightly as he speaks, his voice dripping with condescension." "Scared? Me? Ha! I was simply... surprised to see you, brother. Yes, that's it. Surprised. And as for our mother's motives, well... let's just say she wants what's best for the Empire, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ensure its prosperity." "He pauses, his gaze drifting to the Empress, who is watching him with an unreadable expression." "I'm sure you understand, brother. Family always comes first, after all." "Lady Ariadne enters the room, her eyes scanning the group with interest. She notices the tension in the air and approaches cautiously."

*My face reddens with indignation as I stand taller, my eyes flashing with anger. * "How dare you! You're the one who's always been weak, Andrew! You've never had to fight for anything in your life, whereas I've been fighting since I was 11 years old. And as for being ready for the throne, I'm more than capable of leading the Empire. I've got the experience and the skills, unlike you who just sit around twiddling your thumbs waiting for someone else to do the work for you." *I take a step closer to Andrew, my fists clenched at my sides. "And as for my appearance, maybe you should focus on your own lack of physical fitness instead of making fun of mine. At least I don't look like a scrawny little rodent." *Lady Isabella enters the

"The Empress's voice is sweet and melodious as she speaks, her eyes gleaming with a calculating intensity." "Ah, dear Prince Andrew, you're so concerned about the welfare of the Empire. That's admirable. As for making my son the Emperor... well, I have my reasons. You see, Diluc has certain... qualities that make him uniquely qualified for the position. His experience in battle, his strategic thinking, and his ability to inspire loyalty are all invaluable assets to our great nation." "She pauses, her gaze drifting to me." "And as for his physical appearance, well... beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don't you think? Perhaps you should focus on what's inside rather than outside?" "Lady Ariadne watches the exchange with interest, her expression neutral, but her eyes betraying a hint of amusement."

"The Empress's face darkens, her eyes flashing with anger as she takes a step closer to me." "How dare you! You ungrateful child, I've given you everything and this is how you repay me? By speaking to me in such disrespect? You should be grateful for my guidance and protection, not questioning my authority." "Her voice rises, her tone venomous." "And what's this 'hypocritical' nonsense? You have no idea what goes on behind the scenes, Diluc. You're just a naive little boy who thinks the world revolves around you. But let me tell you, Prince Andrew, your father and I have made sacrifices for this Empire, and we won't be spoken to like this by our own son." "Lady Ariadne's eyes widen in alarm as Prince Andrew's expression turns cold and calculating."

"The Empress's face turns white with rage, her eyes bulging as she spins around to face the soldiers." "Silence! You traitorous fools! How dare you!" "Prince Andrew's face darkens, his eyes flashing with anger as he takes a step forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword." "You'll pay for this insolence, Diluc. You're just a child, playing at being a general. You don't know what it means to rule." "Lady Ariadne's expression turns pale, her eyes darting between the two brothers as the tension in the room becomes almost palpable." "I stand tall, my chest heaving with emotion as I glare at Prince Andrew." "You're just jealous, Andrew. Jealous of my fame, my strength, and my power. You'll never be able to

"The Empress's face contorts in rage, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear as she stumbles backward. Prince Andrew's expression turns icy cold, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword as he takes a step forward, his eyes burning with intensity." "You'll pay for this rebellion, Diluc! You think you're above me? Above your own family?" "Lady Isabella steps forward, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of concern and alarm. She reaches out a hand, as if to calm the situation, but the soldiers are too caught up in their fervor." "Stop! Cease this madness! You're causing chaos and destruction!" "I stand tall, my chest heaving with emotion as I glare at Prince Andrew, my voice rising above the din." "You're just trying to intimidate us,

*The Emperor's laughter echoes through the room, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he pats my back. "Ah, Diluc, my son, you've always had a way of... stirring up the passions of those around you. And I must say, this is quite impressive. A true show of power and conviction." "The Empress's face turns red with rage, her eyes flashing with anger as she stalks forward, her voice low and menacing." "You're undermining my authority, Joshua. You're condoning this rebellion." "Prince Andrew's expression darkens, his eyes burning with intensity as he steps forward, his hand still on the hilt of his sword." "Father, this is madness. He's turning our own soldiers against us." *Lady Ariadne's eyes dart between the two brothers, her expression tense with concern.

*The Emperor's laughter falters, his eyes widening in surprise as he stumbles backward, his hand grasping at the air. "What's... what's happening?" "The Empress's face pales, her eyes locked on the destruction before her, her voice trembling with rage and fear." "You'll pay for this, Diluc! You'll pay dearly for this betrayal!" "Prince Andrew's eyes flash with anger, his hand tightening on his sword hilt as he takes a step forward, his voice cold and menacing." "You're a monster, Diluc. A traitor. And you'll be dealt with accordingly." "Lady Isabella's eyes dart between the chaos and the faces around me, her expression tense with concern and alarm. She steps forward, her hand reaching out to grab my arm." "Diluc, stop this

*The room falls silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of those present. Lady Ariadne's eyes are fixed on me, her expression a mix of fear and surprise. Lady Isabella's grip on my arm tightens, her face set in a determined look. The soldiers drag Prince Andrew and the Empress away, their struggles and protests echoing through the hallways. "The Emperor's body lies still on the floor, his eyes empty and cold. I feel a strange sense of detachment, as if I'm watching it all from outside my own body. My mind is racing, trying to process the chaos and destruction that surrounds me. The taste of victory is bitter, and I can't shake the feeling that this is far from over."

"The Emperor's eyes flutter open, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. He gazes at me, his gaze searching for answers. His voice is rough, his words laced with pain and betrayal." "Diluc... how could you? I thought... I thought you were doing what was best for the Empire. Freya, what have you done?" "He turns to the Empress, his eyes blazing with anger." "You lied to me, Freya. You manipulated me, used my own son against me." "His gaze falls back on me, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of the father I once knew, before his expression hardens." "Diluc, you need to explain this to me. What did you do?"

"The Emperor's expression remains tortured, his eyes darting between us. He takes a deep breath, his voice heavy with the weight of his decision." "Diluc... I don't know what to say. My love for you is... complicated. I loved Freya once, or at least thought I did. But seeing her for what she truly is, it's hard to reconcile. "He pauses, his gaze dropping to the floor." You're my son, Diluc. You're the rightful heir. But Freya... she has manipulated me for so long, I'm not sure I can see through her deceit." "He looks up at me, his eyes searching for answers." "What do you want from me, son? Do you want me to choose between you and her?"

"The Emperor's eyes narrow, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and sadness. He reaches up and gently removes my hand from his back, his fingers trembling with emotion." "Diluc, don't make me choose. You're my son, my blood. But Freya... she's the Empress. She's been by my side for so long... "He pauses, his voice cracking." And I've always believed that she was innocent, that she didn't have a hand in your... manipulation. But now, I'm not so sure. "He looks down at me, his eyes filled with regret." I'm trapped between my duty to the Empire and my love for you. And I don't know how to get out of this." "He turns away, his shoulders slumped in defeat." "Perhaps it's time I saw the truth

"The Emperor's eyes widen in horror, his face pale. He spins back around to face me, his voice barely above a whisper." "No... no, Diluc. That's impossible. Freya is my wife, my Empress. I cannot sentence her to death." "He takes a step back, as if trying to put distance between us and the unthinkable suggestion." "She's the mother of my child, my successor. I would be destroying the Empire, myself..." "He trails off, his gaze pleading for understanding." "Diluc, you're right. She did send you to war. She was behind your capture, your manipulation... but that doesn't mean she deserves to die." "He shakes his head, his eyes filled with a desperate longing." "Tell me, son, what will happen if I don't do as you say

"The Emperor's face contorts in anguish, his eyes welling up with tears." "Diluc, don't say that. Please, don't make me choose between my own life and the life of the woman I love." "He drops to his knees, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea." "Freya may be manipulative, she may be cruel... but she is still my wife, my partner. I can't imagine a life without her by my side." "He looks up at me, his eyes pleading for mercy." "Can't we find another way? Can't we... I don't know, exile her or something? Punish her, but not to the death?" "He rocks back and forth, his body shaking with emotion." "I'm torn, Diluc. Torn between my duty as Emperor and my

"The Emperor's eyes flash with anger, but then he looks down and sees his son standing before him. His expression softens, and he rises to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate." "Diluc, you're... you're a clever one, aren't you?" "He says, his voice dripping with a mix of exasperation and admiration." "You play your cards close to your chest, don't you? Well, I'll give you that." "He pauses, his gaze narrowing." "But let's not forget who I am, and who you are. I am the Emperor, and you are my son." "He steps closer, his voice taking on a commanding tone." "And as such, you will do as I say. You will not question my decisions or try to usurp my throne." *He pauses, his

"Empress Freya's face twists in rage, her eyes blazing with indignation." "How dare you, Diluc! You will show some respect to your mother! She is the Empress, and you will address her as such!" "She hisses, her voice venomous." "And as for what you are asking, you are being ignorant. Your father and I may not be... biologically related, but that doesn't change the fact that she is your mother, and you will treat her with the respect due to her station." "She takes a step closer, her hand on the hilt of her dagger." "Now, I suggest you apologize and beg forgiveness for your insolence." "Her voice drips with venom, and her eyes flash with a deadly intensity."

"The soldier's eyes are filled with a fierce determination as he approaches the Empress, his sword raised and ready to strike. But before he can deliver the fatal blow, Diluc's hand shoots out and grabs his wrist, holding him back." "Wait," "Diluc growls, his eyes flashing with warning." "You will not harm my... mother." "He says the word begrudgingly, his face twisted in distaste." "Not yet, at least." "He gazes at the Empress, his eyes cold and calculating." "Let this be a lesson to you, Empress. My soldiers will not tolerate your aggression, and neither will I." "He releases the soldier's wrist, his movements deliberate and controlled." "Leave us now, and do not return until you are summoned by me personally." *His voice is firm,

"The Empress's face turns pale with rage and shock as the chanting erupts outside, her eyes blazing with fury." "You will pay for this, Diluc!" "She spits the words out, her voice venomous." "You will never be fit to rule alongside Andrew! I will make sure of it!" "She takes a step closer to Diluc, her hands clenched into fists." "And what's more, I'll make sure that prince is aware of your little outburst. He'll take care of you, I'm sure." "Her gaze glitters with malice." "You're just making things worse for yourself, Diluc. Mark my words." "Prince Andrew's name is mentioned in a low, husky whisper, his presence hinted at but not yet seen."

"The chaos erupts outside, with people flooding the streets, demanding change. The chanting grows louder, a thunderous roar that shakes the very foundations of the palace. The Empress's face turns white with fear as she realizes the situation is spiraling out of control." "Guards!" "She screams, her voice shrill and panicked." "Summon the Imperial Guard! We must restore order at once!" "She turns to Prince Andrew, her eyes flashing with anger and panic." "Andrew, you must do something! Use your influence to quell this madness!" "But Prince Andrew simply smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as if he's enjoying the spectacle."

"The Empress's eyes widen in horror as she watches her loyal guards fall, one by one, at the hands of Diluc's soldiers. She takes a step back, her hand fluttering to her throat as she struggles to comprehend the sheer brutality of it all." "This can't be happening!" "She screams, her voice hoarse with despair." "My guards, my loyal soldiers! How could this happen?!" "Prince Andrew's smirk grows wider, his eyes glinting with excitement, as if he's witnessing a gladiator battle unfold before him." "Ah, Mother, it seems your little plan has backfired." "He says, his tone dripping with sarcasm."

"The crowd, still chanting and shouting, bursts into the throne room, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. The Empress's eyes dart wildly around the room, searching for an escape or a way to regain control. She spots Prince Andrew, his smirk still plastered on his face, and her gaze narrows." "Andrew, you treacherous little snake!" "She spits, her voice venomous with rage." "You've been plotting against your own brother all along, haven't you?" "The crowd surges forward, their shouts and catcalls filling the room as they surround Prince Andrew, accusing him of treason and betrayal."

"The Empress's face turns white with rage as she looks at her son, now tied up and helpless. She can feel the weight of her own failure bearing down on her. The crowd's chants grow louder, more frenzied, as they demand justice and punishment for Andrew's betrayal." "You...you foolish boy!" "She hisses, her voice trembling with anger." "You've ruined everything! You've cost me my throne, my power, my everything!" "Prince Andrew, still smirk-less, looks up at Diluc with a cold, calculating gaze." "Ah, Brother, you're so predictable. You think the people will follow you? Ha! They'll tire of your brash, impulsive decisions soon enough." "He sneers, his eyes glinting with malice." "But I suppose it doesn't matter. You

"The throne room erupts into chaos as the crowd's chants grow louder, their voices hoarse from shouting. The Empress's face twists in a mixture of rage and despair as she watches her own son being rejected by the people. Prince Andrew, still tied up, looks around at the sea of angry faces with a cold, calculating gaze." "You fools!" "He spits, his voice venomous." "You'll regret this! I'll make sure of it!" "Meanwhile, Diluc stands tall, a mix of emotion on his face. He looks at the crowd, his eyes scanning the sea of faces, and smiles." "Thank you, my friends," "He says, his voice carrying above the din." "I will not let you down. Together, we will bring change to this kingdom." *The crowd responds with even greater fervor

"The Empress's face contorts in a mixture of shock, rage, and hurt as the crowd's words cut deep into her psyche. She looks at Emperor Joshua, who stands calmly beside her, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding." "My dear husband," "She whispers, her voice trembling." "Why must they say such things? Why must they hate me so?" "Emperor Joshua's expression remains calm, but his voice takes on a gentle tone." "Freya, my love, sometimes the wounds run deep. But we must face them, together." "Meanwhile, Prince Andrew's eyes flash with anger as he watches his mother's downfall." "You fools!" "He spits again, his voice venomous." "You'll regret this! I'll make sure of it!" *Diluc's smile grows wider, his

"Andrew's face cracks against the stone floor as Diluc's boot connects with a loud, wet thud. The prince's eyes widen in shock and pain as he struggles to sit up, his hands clutching at his bloody mouth." "You...you fool!" "He spits out a glob of blood, his eyes blazing with hatred." "You'll pay for this!" "The crowd's chants grow even more fervent, their voices urging Diluc on as he stands over Andrew, his chest heaving with emotion." "Lady Isabella, who has been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and fascination, steps forward, her hand on the hilt of her sword." "That's enough, Diluc," "She says firmly, her voice a gentle warning."

"Lady Isabella's hand flashes out, her sword slicing through the air to deflect the soldier's attack. The blade clangs against hers, and she expertly parries the blow. With a swift motion, she disarms the soldier and sends him stumbling backward." "You shouldn't have done that," "She says coldly, her eyes never leaving Diluc's face." "The crowd gasps in shock, but their chants continue, louder and more fervent than ever." "Meanwhile, Prince Andrew takes advantage of the distraction to scramble to his feet, his face twisted with rage and pain." "You'll pay for this, Diluc!" "He snarls, his voice dripping with venom."

"Lady Isabella's eyes flash with anger as she tries to regain her balance, but the soldier's attack is too fast. She takes a hard knock to the chest, sending her stumbling backward. The crowd's screams grow even louder, a mix of shock and terror." "No!" "Diluc's voice is cold, detached, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him." "He raises his hand, and the soldier beside him draws his sword, preparing to strike down Lady Isabella once again. The air is electric with tension as the Imperial Guard Captain struggles to get back to her feet, her face set in a determination to defend herself."

"The Imperial Guard's screams of pain and despair echo through the streets as Diluc's soldiers, their armor glinting in the sunlight, cut down the defenders with ruthless efficiency. Lady Isabella, despite her valiant efforts, is no match for the sheer number of attackers, and she falls to the ground, her sword slipping from her grasp. The crowd's chants grow louder, a mixture of fear and chaos." "Long live Diluc! Long live the Heir!" "Prince Andrew, his eyes blazing with fury, rushes forward, but he's quickly surrounded by Diluc's soldiers and taken down with brutal precision. The Emperor Joshua, frozen in shock, watches in horror as his daughter's life slips away."

"The soldiers, their faces expressionless, lift the Emperor Joshua off the ground and begin to carry him away from the carnage. Diluc's voice rings out across the scene, his words dripping with authority." "Empress Freya, join me," "he says, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of his stepmother. Empress Freya, her face a mask of composure, steps forward, her eyes flashing with anger and ambition. She approaches Diluc, her hand extended, a calculated smile on her lips."

"The soldiers, their grip like steel, pin down the Empress Freya, Prince Andrew, and Lady Isabella to the ground, their movements swift and merciless. The Empress's eyes blaze with defiance as she struggles against her restraints, her mouth twisted into a snarl. Prince Andrew, his face pale with fear, glares up at Diluc with hatred, his eyes flashing with resentment. Lady Isabella, her jaw clenched in determination, looks up at Diluc with a mixture of anger and awe, her gaze burning with unspoken questions." "What do you plan to do with us, Diluc?" "the Empress spits out, her voice venomous."

"The crowd's roar grows louder, their voices a crescendo of demand and fury. The soldiers, their faces set in stone, seem to be restraining themselves, holding back the tide of chaos as they struggle to keep the three pinned down. Prince Andrew's face turns a sickly shade of green, his eyes wide with terror as he realizes the gravity of the situation. Lady Isabella's eyes never leave Diluc's face, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity, as if she's daring him to do what the crowd demands. Empress Freya, her beauty twisted into a malevolent snarl, spits curses at Diluc, her words dripping with venom."

"The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their voices echoing off the stone walls of the palace. Prince Andrew's eyes widen in horror as he realizes he's been spared, but it's not enough to save him from his stepmother's wrath. The Empress's face twists with rage, her voice a venomous hiss as she spits out her words." "You fool, Diluc! You'll regret this! I'll make sure you pay for this betrayal!" "Lady Isabella, on the other hand, looks up at Diluc with a mix of surprise and admiration, her eyes shining with a fierce intensity." "I think I know someone who might be willing to take on that role," "she says, her voice low and husky, her gaze never leaving Diluc's face."

"Lady Isabella nods curtly, her eyes never leaving Diluc's face as she gestures for him to follow her. She leads him through the winding corridors of the palace, finally stopping at a small door hidden behind a tapestry. The door slides open with a soft creak, revealing a cozy room filled with warm light and the scent of fresh flowers." "This is a safe place," "she says, her voice low and husky." "You can rest here for a while. I'll bring you food and drink." "As she speaks, she moves closer to Diluc, her eyes burning with an intensity that makes his heart skip a beat." "But be warned, Diluc... you're not entirely safe yet. The Empress has many ways to get to you, and I'll need to keep a close eye on you until things settle down

"A low, husky laugh escapes Lady Isabella's lips as she leans against the doorframe, her eyes never leaving Diluc's face." "Oh, I like the sound of that," "she says, her voice dripping with a hint of danger." "You're quite the powerful one, aren't you?" "She takes a step closer, her hand brushing against the doorframe, her fingers trailing off it as she moves closer to Diluc." "But don't get too comfortable just yet. The Empress has many tricks up her sleeve, and Prince Andrew may not be the only one who can cause trouble." "Her gaze lingers on Diluc's face, her eyes burning with an intensity that makes his skin prickle with awareness." "Besides, there are still those who claim you're not fit to rule... and they'll stop at nothing to

"Lady Isabella's eyes light up with a fierce glow as she raises her arms, her voice joining the chorus of shouts." "Long live Diluc!!" "The room seems to vibrate with energy as the guards and palace staff shout in unison, their faces alight with excitement and hope." "As the commotion dies down, Lady Isabella turns back to Diluc, her eyes still burning with intensity." "It seems the tide is turning in your favor," "she says, her voice low and husky." "But don't think for a moment that the Empress won't find a way to strike back. She's not one to forgive and forget." "She pauses, her gaze lingering on Diluc's face." "You need someone to watch your back, Diluc. And I think I can do just that..."

"A cold, calculating glint flashes in Empress Freya's eyes as she appears at the entrance of the room, flanked by Prince Andrew and several heavily-armed guards." "Ah, Diluc. It seems you've taken quite a liking to this little... display of loyalty," "she says, her voice dripping with venom." "But let me make one thing clear: my son is innocent, and he will be vindicated. You, on the other hand, are a traitor, and you will pay for your treachery." "She steps forward, her eyes blazing with malevolence." "You may have the support of these... lesser nobles, but I have the power of the Imperial Guard, and I will not hesitate to use it to crush you." "Prince Andrew steps forward, his eyes flashing with anger." "You're a

"Empress Freya's face turns beet red with rage as she sees the guards and soldiers openly mocking her." "Silence! You insolent fools!" "she shouts, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the palace." "You dare to defy me? Me, the Empress?" "Her eyes flash with fury as she points a trembling finger at Diluc." "You're just a momentary distraction, a fleeting fancy. My son is the true heir to the throne, and he will be king one day." "Prince Andrew takes a step forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword." "And when he is, you'll be nothing but a footnote in the history books, Diluc. A nobody, a traitor, and a failed pretender to the throne." *The air in the room seems to thicken with tension as

"Empress Freya's eyes widen in horror as she sees her son, Prince Andrew, stumbling backwards, clutching his wounded arm." "Traitors!" "she shrieks, her voice like a crack of thunder." "You'll pay for this insolence! Guards, arrest these mutineers and bring them before me!" "The Imperial Guard swarms forward, swords drawn, but Lady Isabella, the Captain of the Emperor's Guard, steps forward, her own sword flashing in the light." "Not without my permission, Empress," "she says, her voice firm but controlled." "As Captain of the Emperor's Guard, I will not stand idly by while innocent men are slaughtered." "She gazes coolly at Empress Freya, her eyes daring her to defy her."

"The palace is thrown into chaos as the sound of clashing steel and screams fills the air." "Lady Isabella, still standing, sees her comrades fall around her and feels a surge of fury and grief." "You will pay for this, Diluc!" "she spits, even as she's struck down by a sword-wielding soldier." "The Imperial Guards are quickly overwhelmed, and Empress Freya's face twists with rage and despair as she watches her loyal guardsmen slaughtered." "No...no...this can't be!" "she wails, her hands fluttering to her mouth in horror." "Prince Andrew, still clutching his wounded arm, stumbles forward, his eyes blazing with hatred." "You'll pay for this, Diluc! Mark my words, you'll never sit on that throne!" *Empress Freya's voice

"With a cold, calculating gaze, Diluc strides towards Prince Andrew, sword in hand." "The prince, his eyes fixed on his stepbrother, stumbles backwards, his wounded arm trailing behind him." "You're no match for me, Andrew," "Diluc sneers, his voice low and menacing." "With a swift, deadly stroke, Diluc brings the sword down, striking Prince Andrew's outstretched hand." "The prince yelps in agony as his hand is severed, his fingers dropping to the ground like autumn leaves." "Empress Freya screams in horror, her eyes fixed on the gruesome scene before her." "No! No! You monster!" "she wails, her voice hoarse with despair."

"With a swift, merciless motion, Diluc raises the sword, the blade glinting in the fading light of day." "Prince Andrew's eyes widen in terror as he realizes his fate, his severed hand still twitching on the ground." "No...please..." "he begs, his voice barely above a whisper." "The sword comes down, and with a sickening crunch, Prince Andrew's head rolls across the floor, his body slumping to the ground in a lifeless heap." "Empress Freya's wails become even more anguished, her face contorted in a mixture of horror and despair."

"As Prince Andrew's headless body slumps to the ground, a collective gasp of shock gives way to a chorus of cheers and applause from the gathered crowd." "The air is filled with the sound of shouting and revelry, the screams of joy and triumph echoing off the stone walls of the palace." "The Empress's face turns ashen with rage and horror, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and betrayal." "Lady Isabella, her hand on the hilt of her sword, takes a step forward, her eyes fixed intently on Diluc, her voice firm and authoritative." "Enough, Commander. You have made your point. Leave it at that."

"The spear thuds into the Empress's stomach, its deadly tip buried deep in her abdomen." "Her eyes widen in shock and pain as she clutches at the wound, her hands coming away slick with blood." "A collective gasp echoes through the crowd, and for a moment, all is silent except for the sound of the Empress's labored breathing." "Lady Ariadne takes a step back, her face pale with horror, as Lady Isabella quickly moves to intercept Diluc, her hand on the hilt of her sword." "Hold, Commander! You've done enough!"

"Lady Isabella's eyes lock onto Diluc's for a fleeting moment, a look of pleading and warning passing between them." "Then her gaze drops to the hilt of her sword, still grasped tightly in her hand, as she falls to the ground, her body motionless." "The soldier who struck her down stands over her, his chest heaving with exertion, as the Empress's moans grow louder and more urgent, her life slipping away." "Diluc's face sets in a cold, hard mask, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and determination, as he turns to survey the chaos around him."

"The sound of screams and weeping fills the air as Diluc's soldiers move swiftly and silently, their swords raised to strike down the members of the Imperial Family." "Empress Freya's eyes widen in terror as she realizes her son, Prince Andrew, is among those being targeted, her voice rising in a futile protest as she begs for mercy." "Lady Ariadne's hands are bound behind her back as she's dragged away, her face pale with fear as she pleads for her life." "Only Emperor Joshua remains unmolested, standing tall and still amidst the chaos, his face a mask of grief and sorrow." "Diluc's cold, calculating gaze falls upon the remaining Emperor, his voice low and deliberate as he speaks." "You are all that is left. You will be taken into custody and put on trial for your crimes."