In the Imperial Garden, the entire Imperial Family sat in heavy silence. The pot of tea before them had grown cold, yet no one reached for their cup, even though they were well aware of its temperature. The tension in the air was thick, and not a single word had been spoken for quite some time.
Daniel took a deep breath before turning to his father, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Father, how do you plan to handle the Holy Church? They won't just let this go after learning that we've captured their Holy Son and thrown him into prison to rot."
"I agree with our son, Husband," Empress Selena said, nodding as she met her husband's gaze. "The Holy Church will undoubtedly arrive within a few days, demanding his release. And even if we comply, I doubt they'll leave peacefully."
