"Mother, don't worry. I'm not going to do anything... just fulfill my filial duty. Haven't you always said I have no conscience? So now, I'll do something conscientious. I have already decided to have my father's and my birth mother's tombs joined. As for you, Mother, your son will have your empty tomb moved to the west. I'll build you a bigger, more magnificent one." Yuri Sinclair smiled faintly, but his hawk-like eyes betrayed his cold cruelty.
Queen Vance shot to her feet in a panic, grabbing his arm, her nails digging fiercely into his clothes. "You bastard!" With that, she raised her hand to strike him, but before she could, Yuri Sinclair caught her wrist in a tight grip.
"Mother, your son is doing all of this for your own good. Guards! Escort Queen Vance back to her quarters!" Yuri Sinclair yanked on her hand, his grip so forceful it nearly dislocated her wrist.
At his command, several guards immediately came forward and led her away.
