"The Empire will soon become a war zone, Your Holiness," Gabriel said in a cold voice. Constance looked out the window in deep thought. "What shou..."
"Nothing." Turning around, his Emerald eyes were frozen. "My father has brought this upon himself." Taking a seat, he leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Magnus isn't exactly the worst man to take over as long as he remembers his responsibilities to me."
"You mean your brother?" Gabriel said, getting Constance to smirk.
"He will be a puppet. Magnus is the true ruler of nearly a quarter of the Empire. I'm surprised one of my half-brothers managed to escape father, but he should never have gone back." Constance lazily sighed. Problem after problem kept creeping up. The situation with Severia wasn't something he could focus on; the effects of the schisms were finally showing.