The morning started peacefully enough.
I woke up to the usual comforts of royalty a luxurious bed, the faint scent of tea wafting from somewhere nearby, and the muffled sounds of servants moving through the palace.
Nothing seemed out of place.
Nothing hinted at the fact that, in a few hours, I was about to witness my first execution.
[ Good morning, future tyrant. ]
I groaned, burying my face into my pillow. "Shut up."
[ Oh? Someone's grumpy today. ]
I peeked an eye open, glancing around my room. Sunlight streamed through the ornate windows, casting a warm glow over the elaborate decor. Everything was calm. Normal.
[ For now. ]
I narrowed my eyes. "What does that mean?"
[ You'll see. ]
…That was never a good sign.
Before I could interrogate the system further, my door creaked open.
Mara and Elira entered, both looking far too energetic for this early in the morning.
