After the scandalous event that shook the throne room, Emperor Gerald dismissed everyone, leaving only two men behind—his son, Zolan, and the trembling butler, Clyde.
The room was quiet now. Heavy.
Zolan had a gnawing feeling in his chest. This kind of summon from his father never ended well—especially not after a disgraceful incident like what had just unfolded. He'd been accused of something vile, something shameful. Something scandalous.
Clyde, on the other hand, was practically quaking. His body shook with dread as he stood by the towering columns. His job… his very livelihood… was on the line.
Everyone in the Empire of Eldrador knew of Gerald's infamous temper—how he ruthlessly fired servants for even the smallest mistakes. Pleading was not an option. It was an abomination.
At this moment, Clyde felt like a cow at slaughter. Helpless. Doomed.
