"So you have no qualms about your brother ascending the throne?"
"There's nothing to be done," Irene replied, her voice cool and detached. "I wished he'd died a dog's death back then, but with our father's current condition, any disruption now would throw the Empire's power balance into complete disarray."
She leaned back in her seat, arms crossed.
"Not that I care about Aetherion," she added with a scoff. "But this is where my precious little sister resides. So I suppose I have to pretend to give a damn."
Vanitas sat across from her and nodded wordlessly.
They had arranged to meet discreetly, and as expected, Irene had spent the majority of the conversation ranting her grievances, saying Franz denied all her permissions to leave the Empire.
And while Irene complained like there was no tomorrow, the two seemed to share the same thoughts.
