"Good afternoon, Sun of the Empire. You called for me?" the Empress said, bowing.
"How do you run the inner palace, Naika de Montclair?" the Emperor asked, looking down from his throne.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" the Empress asked, looking at the Emperor, confused.
"How can a consort leave the palace without your knowledge? Or you knew and perhaps wanted her gone?" Reign said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Your Highness, I have no idea," the Empress said, falling to her knees.
"Do you want me to run the inner palace, too?" he asked. "Hand over all the inner palace tasks until you learn how to manage them properly. Go," he added, dismissing her before the Empress got a word in.
Empress Naika rose, her knees buckling, and she wobbled, fainting perfectly into Dorothy's arms.
"Your Highness, wake up! Your Highness, what is wrong?" Dorothy cried.
