"My will surpasses your will..."
Anos sat on a long bench.
These words, they seemed as though only a Prophet could utter them.
Inside the not so vast mansion, winds occasionally blew through the doors and windows. Anos was wrapped in a black robe which was tailored by the Imperial tailors especially for the Empress, adorned with a rider's attire that was neatly and conveniently worn, warm in winter and cool in summer, with a slit on the back for a cape, and gold and silver tassels decorated on the collar, waist, and chest.
Even if this rider's attire was not as conspicuous compared to the garments of noble ladies, there was no doubt that its exquisite craftsmanship clandestinely established Anos's identity as an Imperial Princess of the Danschel Empire.
Before her younger half-brother was born, the vast territory of the Danschel Empire was supposed to be inherited by her.
Even after the birth of her brother, Anos had never given up her desire for the throne.
