Back in the palace, Magnus felt a sudden chill, an ominous premonition. Something was terribly wrong. He bolted from his room, his intuition guiding him towards Cassiopeia. But he was too late. The corridor was a scene of devastation, and his beloved was nowhere to be found. His heart sank as he realized the extent of Luciana's betrayal and the danger that Cassiopeia was now in.
The rain continued to pour, mirroring the despair that gripped his soul. Magnus knew he had to act fast. The fate of his beloved Empress, their unborn child, and the empire itself hung in the balance. The storm was no longer just a reflection of his inner turmoil – it was a call to action.
Magnus, his heart pounding in fear and desperation, was about to set out on his search when a maid, drenched and panting, app
