Olivia Heardwell enters The Imperial Throne Room. She passes armourclad Royal Guards, her own guard up. Her steps echo throughout the Throne Room as she walks towards the Black Throne. She always fantasized about coming into this room as a conqueror, liberator of the whole Continent from the Empire’s grasp. But today, she is here as an envoy offering cease fire. She would never have agreed, if it weren’t for her Queen’s orders. As she reaches the foot of the stairs reserved only for the Imperial Monarch, she frowns, gazing upon the person who has made the lives of countless generations a living hell. A person responsible for the death of her parents, many friends and fellow soldiers. She gazes at… Anon.