The Empress stood at the center of the darkened throne hall, her voice as cold and commanding as steel.
"Kill all the consorts," she said sharply. "Whether it's the Queen or Empress, consort or concubine—wipe them all out."
A stunned silence followed.
The King, Emperor, and Oliver stared at her in disbelief.
"What?!" the King exclaimed, his voice rising in shock.
"As I said," the Empress replied, eyes burning. "If you don't want this kingdom to collapse from within, then this is the only way."
The Emperor stepped forward, tension lacing his jaw. "I know your kingdom is strong, but this approach… it won't bring peace."
The Empress narrowed her eyes. "What did you say?"
The King placed a firm hand on the Emperor's shoulder, nodding slowly.
The Emperor let out a breath and murmured, "Okay then... but—"
The King looked at him firmly, stopping the protest.
The Emperor gave in, sighing. "Fine. I agree."
A devilish smile curled the Empress's lips. "Very well. Kill them all."
