The arena had fallen silent, the only sound being the soft murmurs of the breeze and the distant chatter of the common folk. Emperor Magnus, tall and imposing with a regal aura that demanded respect, looked around, his gaze settling on the frail form of Croasia.
“Lana,” he called out to one of the maids from the Empress's quarters. A young girl, with hair the color of chestnuts and eyes filled with innocence, hurriedly approached. “Yes, Your Imperial Majesty?”
“Take Princess Croasia to the Empress’s quarters,” he instructed, his voice firm yet tinged with concern. “Ensure she is bathed, fed, and treated for her injuries. She is to be given the utmost care.”
Lana nodded vigorously. “It will be done, Your Majesty.”
As the maid and a few other attendants escorted Croasia away, the Emperor
