The evening had settled into a velvety darkness, casting its quietude over the empire. Cassiopeia was submerged in her bath, surrounded by the aroma of lavender and rose petals. Her delicate hands skimmed the water's surface, each droplet shimmering like a jewel in the soft candlelight.
Suddenly, the calmness was broken. One of her maid burst into the room, a frantic edge to her voice. "Your Imperial Majesty, a servant from the imperial concubine's chambers is at the entrance of your quarters, weeping uncontrollably!"
Cassiopeia's eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Croasia," she muttered under her breath, her thoughts shifting from relaxation to immediate worry. Cassiopeia's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with worry and curiosity. She quickly rose from the bath, wrapping herself in
