A month had passed since the tragic demise of Hera, and the impact of her death lingered in the halls of the palace, especially to Cassiopeia, her resolve strengthened by grief, had a singular focus – to seek justice for Hera. She was a woman transformed, burning like a fierce flame.
In the grand council chamber, Emperor Magnus was in deep discussion with his officials. The atmosphere was heavy with the gravity of state matters. It was then that Cassiopeia, clad in a gown that accentuated her commanding presence, entered the room. Her entrance was like a gust of wind that shifted the very air of the chamber.
She walked directly towards the Emperor, her eyes locked on his. The council fell silent, sensing the intensity of the moment.
"My Imperial Majesty," she began, her voice steady and
