Flow (4)

"I am sorry." Were the words that echoed in the throne room of the Mo Empire's capital. They crashed into Mo Xia's thoughts like a physical weight, and she could only blankly stare up at the man she once called father. The mighty emperor who ruled over the largest force within the Chun Province. 

His achievements were beyond numerous. In all situations, he was a man who couldn't be denied. Yet now, all he could do was watch his only child as she glared back at him. 

Rosy anger was spreading on her cheeks, surrounding her eyes as tears threatened to escape. "You always do this." Mo Xia spat. "It's always your way- why can't you fight back? Why are you just- just giving in now? Aren't you always preaching that the strong have the right to rule? Back that up! Don't just sit there on your throne." 

"It's… the noble houses that influenced-"