Never-ending anger of Andriya

Andriya stood outside the prison cell, smirking as she watched her once-healthy and prideful brother huddled in the corner of his prison cell, shaking and muttering to himself. She had enjoyed breaking him down, bit by bit, until he had lost all sense of himself and Andriya didn't forget to give him every kind of despair she could probably imagine.

"You thought you could cross me, big brother," she sneered, crossing her arms her face looking like devil's advocate.

"But you were wrong. Dead wrong. Nothing can beat me, not you, not that dirty blood of emperor or my foolish son,"

Her brother looked up at her, his eyes vacant and filled with fear.

"Please, Andriya," he whimpered. "Let me go. I won't say anything, I promise, I won't do anything to you, I will give this whole kingdom to you,"

Andriya laughed, the sound cold and cruel.