Caroline sat on her throne. legs crossed, watching the performances unfold before her. The singers sang with all their might to impress her, and the dancers matched their energy perfectly.
The performance was captivating—truly entertaining. She could feel herself moving along to the rhythm, and even her maid, Trisa, who stood beneath the throne, seemed to be caught in the same flow.
Sultan Jeremeh watched the future emperor with wary eyes. This was far more unexpected than he had imagined. Not only was the widowed empress preparing to crown herself emperor, but rumours among the nobles whispered of her intent to remarry. In his own kingdom, such a woman would have been condemned without hesitation.
