After the ten days of royal festivities, a mysterious situation unfolded today. In the images provided, Alia's attire is exactly as in the previous story. This means this is the moment immediately following that wedding night.
Far from the city's clamor, on the roof of a tall building, the night was still. Today, Alia's beauty was as otherworldly as that of a 'Snow Queen.' On her head was that massive spiked silver crown, around her neck were several layers of pearl necklaces, and on her body was that finely crafted ivory gown. But the joy of celebration was missing from her face; instead, a fierce resolve gleamed in her golden eyes.
Forgetting the 'intimacy' and love of that day, Alia today announced a final decision. She knew Viktor would never compromise on the future of their five children and the power of this empire. So, pressing her forefinger to her lips, Alia turned her face away from Viktor.
Alia: "Today is the last day. The tenth is the end. For ten days, I have tolerated all your madness, Viktor. I will not let our five children become heirs to your dark mafia world anymore."
Viktor stood by the door, listening, stunned. He was wearing that red high-collar tunic with zari work and the slim-framed glasses. Hearing Alia's words, he felt the entire world slip out from under his feet. The Queen he had welcomed back with royal honors, that same Queen was asking to leave today?
He stepped closer to Alia and gently touched her chin. But Alia pulled away. Viktor remembered the words of the Toastmaster (Tamada), who had said—even the most powerful Emperor has a day of defeat.
Viktor slowly moved to the other side of the rooftop. The 'primal sense of possession' and power within his chest were at war with each other. He pulled out that familiar pistol from his pocket. A mechanical sound followed 'Click-Clack'.
Viktor: (Muttering to himself) "...Last day? After ten days, she will leave me? I wanted to have her back, and she speaks of a last day?"Viktor raised the pistol, looking towards the sky. In his eyes behind those glasses, there was a strange mix of anger and deep despair. He couldn't understand—was his power and wealth all lies? Five children, two marriages, and these ten days of grandeur—did it all mean nothing but this 'last day'?
As he continued to load the pistol, he slowly advanced towards Alia. In the rooftop's silence, there was only the mechanical sound of the gun and the distant hum of traffic. The sound of Alia's golden anklets had fallen silent in her anger and restlessness. The atmosphere on the rooftop turned ice-cold as Viktor's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. The metallic glint of the pistol in his hand and the void in his gaze held no trace of love—only a terrifying darkness. As seen in the second image, Viktor had loaded the weapon and pressed it directly under Alia's chin, leaving not even an inch of space between them.
Behind his glasses, Viktor's blue eyes burned with a mix of primal possessiveness and the sting of humiliation. He leaned in close, his red zari-work high-collar tunic brushing against the delicate fabric of Alia's ivory gown.
Viktor: (Gritting his teeth) "Kill her? Did you think I would ever let you belong to someone else? My ten days of preparation, my royal wedding—you're brushing it all away as just a 'last day'?"
Alia didn't flinch. Her spiked silver crown shimmered under the moonlight. She stared directly into Viktor's eyes, her multi-layered pearl necklace resting motionless against the cold barrel of his gun.
Viktor: (Roaring at his guards) "Kill her! If she is not mine, she shall belong to no one in this world! I will raise my children alone, but I will not tolerate betrayal!"
At Viktor's command, the black-clad guards stationed around the rooftop raised their weapons. Alia let out a mysterious, calm smile. Her golden anklets let out a soft chime—not from fear or anger, but from a place of inexplicable courage.
Alia: "Then let it be so, Viktor. If you want to kill me, do it today. But remember, your empire will end with your own blood. In the eyes of our five children, you will no longer be a father—only a murderer."
Viktor's hand began to tremble. His velvet cloak billowed in the harsh wind. He was caught between his absolute power and stubborn pride, and this woman the mother of his five children and the one he loved more than life itself. Would he truly pull the trigger? Or would Alia's fearless defiance awaken the "devoted Emperor" buried beneath his cruelty? situation spiraled out of control in an instant. When Viktor, in his arrogance of power, held the gun to Alia's chin, he never imagined that his serene and gentle Queen would strike back with such ferocity.
In a split second, Alia shoved Viktor's hand aside and thrust a small but lethal silver pistol, which she had kept hidden, directly into Viktor's mouth. Behind his slim-framed glasses, Viktor's eyes widened in sheer shock. Alia's ivory gown and her silver spiked crown seemed to transform from bridal attire into a warrior's armor.
The cold, metallic taste of the gun barrel inside his mouth paralyzed him. Alia's golden eyes burned with a fire of rage and humiliation. Her pearl necklaces trembled violently with the intensity of her breathing.
Alia: (Screaming at the top of her lungs) "Kill me! I said kill me! You wanted to kill me, didn't you? Now tell me, Viktor, whose blood will spill first? Did you think I was just your dressed-up doll? I tolerated all your madness for ten days only for the sake of our five children. But today, it all ends!"
Tears silently escaped Viktor's eyes. These were not tears of fear, but of the cruel realization that he had turned the person he loved most into his greatest enemy. His red zari tunic and royal garments offered him no protection now.
Viktor: (Muffled and strained against the barrel) "A... lia..."
Alia's golden anklets let out a sharp, piercing sound as she stomped her foot on the rooftop in fury. Viktor's guards stood frozen, paralyzed by indecision. They didn't know who to aim at on one side stood their Emperor, and on the other, their fearless Empress.
Alia's finger remained steady on the trigger. She had ground Viktor's "primal sense of possession" and arrogance into the dust. As a mother of five, she was no longer hesitating to eliminate even the man she loved most to secure her children's future. The bone-chilling drama on the rooftop took a gruesome turn. The golden irises of Alia's eyes no longer burned with rage; instead, they reflected a haunting peace—as if she had found a path to eternal liberation.
Pulling the pistol from Viktor's mouth, Alia retreated swiftly toward the very edge of the rooftop. Her massive ivory wedding gown and burgundy velvet cape billowed in the wind like the wings of a wounded bird. Viktor and his guards stood frozen in horror.
Alia: (Screaming frantically) "Stay back! No one take another step! You wanted to keep me imprisoned in your cage, didn't you, Viktor? Was this ten-day festival for me, or for your own ego? Today, I will give you a punishment that will burn your royal crown and the future of our five children forever!"
Viktor cast aside his slim-framed glasses and reached out both hands, trying to move toward her. His gaze no longer held that "primal sense of possession"; it held only pure, desperate pleading. But Alia pointed her silver pistol at herself and looked into Viktor's eyes one last time.
Alia: "Goodbye, Viktor. Tell our children that their mother never lost."
With those words, Alia leaned backward. As her body plummeted from the roof of the towering building, her spiked silver crown slipped off, glinting one last time in the moonlight. Her golden anklets chimed a final, mournful note.
Viktor sprinted to the edge of the roof like a madman. His red zari tunic and expensive medallion were dragged through the dust as he collapsed. Seeing Alia's lifeless body below, surrounded by scattered petals of red and white roses, a demonic scream tore from Viktor's chest.
Viktor: (In a sky-shattering roar) "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Alia, what have you done? It wasn't my fault!"
Viktor fell to his knees on the rooftop. His vast royal empire, his five children, and the ten days of grandeur all were defeated today by Alia's ultimate sacrifice. The prophecy of the Toastmaster (Tamada) had come true: the Emperor was not just defeated; he was destitute. The falling Russian snow turned crimson with Alia's blood.Exactly three weeks after Alia's tragic end, a mysterious woman appeared in the VIP suite of an elite Russian hotel. Amidst the biting cold and falling snow outside, the room was enveloped in a heavy, stifling silence.
Everyone believed that Alia's silver crown and golden anklets had vanished forever. But the woman seen today was like a modern, enigmatic reincarnation of Alia. Her style and aura carried such sophistication that it seemed she was making the first move in a brand-new game.
She wore no royal gown; instead, she was dressed in a dark brown or black formal shirt, its collar left carelessly open. A light brown or tan tie hung loosely around her neck. Clad in grey formal trousers and a black belt, her masculine-inspired silhouette exuded a powerful "Boss Lady" vibe.
The most striking detail was the slim-framed glasses she wore. They were an exact replica of Viktor's style the same kind Alia had seen him wearing on the rooftop that final night. These glasses made her sharp gaze appear even more mysterious.
A white lace-style choker adorned her neck along with a thin chain necklace. Her hair was no longer the same; it was now a vibrant orange, glowing like a flickering flame. With light-colored nail polish and a small, cryptic tattoo near her throat, she looked every bit a modern-day Dragon Queen.
Sitting on the sofa of the VIP room, she examined Viktor's files as if she were the new owner of the empire. Though the "golden hue" in her eyes was missing, her gaze held that same indomitable resolve.