Attacking And Defending
She walked into the dark room. The court ladies who saw her lowered their heads. They must take care of their attitude carefully.
Their position is very different, and the one they are serving is the number one woman in the empire.
What the master will say is that they must do well. They must always be ready and in the place of the large room. His eyes stop facing a large portrait. The woman has wavy dark brown hair; she looks so happy, and on the side is a portrait of a red-haired man who is right on his face, torn apart so that he can't reveal his face.
Prila looked at the portrait before her with a piercingly sharp look in her eyes, all her court ladies just looking down because they had to keep her manners.
They also felt such a powerful pressure, unable to stare at the horror of that flash of diffusing eyes.
"You suffered a tragic fate. So is your child."
Prila left the portrait with a terrifying, hardened face.