Narration: The throne room was quiet. Quiet enough for one to hear their steps against marble echo in the empty, dark expanse.
There, sitting alone in the eagle's nest was the Emperor, holding his own head in his hands. There is a strange sense of apathetic despair that seems to permeate every corner of the palace these days.
you accidentally makes a noise and Ionius raises his sight.
Ionius IX
"What are you doing here?"
Ionius IX
The puppet Emperor
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