It probably helped that he kept more constructs than servants, and the servants he did keep regarded him with terror. My father had strolled the hallways of his own palace at all hours with impunity no one had dared to question him, not even me. Servants and guards walked the hallways even at night there was always someone awake. There was little privacy in the palace of an Emperor. I clung to the ceramic tiles of the rooftop, ignoring the soft whimper from Thrana below.
It was so like my father not to leave me an easy task. But setting things right meant weeding a garden gone wild, and with each new weed pulled, two sprouted in its place. I’d thought I could set things right in the Empire if only I’d had the means.
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