Chapter 257: Rest (2)
“Get the event ready—!”
The Imperial Palace stirred with the cries of morning and the rush of preparations for the event. Hoofbeats raced across the palace grounds in a steady rhythm. Meanwhile, inside the Empress’s chamber, Sophien sat alone, her face tinged with mild irritation.
“Ahan,” Sophien called.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Ahan replied without hesitation.
“I dreamed,” Sophien said, her eyes locked on the view outside the window.
“Dream, Your Majesty?”
“Yes, Rohakan showed up.”
“... Ah.”
Rohakan, the Black Beast—long dead, and yet still he haunts Her Majesty in her dreams, Ahan thought.
"Whatever words the traitor spoke, it would be best not to trouble Your Majesty with them," Ahan replied, shaking her head.
"No, it is a matter worth troubling over," Sophien said.