The grandeur and majesty of the arena, which had before been filled with a heady mix of suspense, drama, and emotion, now rang with the Empress Dowager's screaming, frantic cries. Emperor Magnus' knights dragged her unceremoniously, her once-pristine robes, emblems of her status and power, trailing in the ground.
"Unhand me! You will pay for this insolence!" she shrieked, her voice echoing throughout the stone corridors leading to the dungeon. But her cries fell on deaf ears. The once-feared and powerful Dowager was now just another prisoner, her machinations and plots having finally caught up with her.
The corridor leading to the dungeons was cold and damp, a sharp contrast to the splendor of the palace above. The walls, thick and imposing, were covered in moss, and the only light came
