The Palace of the 7th Grand Prince Zaradin was in chaos. The sound of shattering glass and furniture echoed throughout the halls as Zaradin, the son of the Empress Dowager, let out his frustrations on the trembling maidservants.
"What is the meaning of this?" Zaradin shouted, his voice echoing through the halls as he threw a vase across the room. "I told you to keep my chambers tidy, and yet it looks like a tornado has hit it! I am not satisfied with your work at all."
The maidservants cowered in fear, not daring to speak as they quickly began to clean up the mess. They knew how Zaradin could be when he was upset and they didn't want to make matters worse.
But then, a knock on the door interrupted Zaradin's tirade. A messenger entered the room, bowing low before Zaradin.
"Your highness
