The capital had never been this restless.
For several days, whispers had moved through the streets like a spreading fire.
At first, people had spoken quietly.
Then they had begun gathering.
And by the seventh day, the entire capital seemed to be holding its breath.
The reason was one name.
The Empress.
Rumors claimed that a black altar had been discovered in the Empress's courtyard.
Rumors claimed that strange rituals had been performed there.
Rumors claimed that the recent deaths, unexplained illnesses, strange awakenings, and terrifying incidents throughout the kingdom were connected to her.
The truth was far more complicated.
The Emperor knew that.
But the people did not.
And that difference was becoming dangerous.
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Outside the imperial palace, hundreds of people had gathered.
Some held white mourning cloth.
Some carried wooden boards with accusations written across them.
Others held portraits of family members they had lost.
Their voices rose together.
