"There have been both external and internal accounts," you answer grimly, keeping your eyes on the cold stone floor beneath you and staying knelt, not moving a muscle, shrouded in your dark green and black robes. You are really only telling the Empress and her Heiress this information because the consequences of not passing this along could very likely be not only fatal but also agonizing. You force yourself to continue your report. 

"My scouts witnessed first-hand on their monthly flight the first and second villages burning. The enforcing knights were all killed, and both the governors burned at stakes. It was before that, that my Seer became agitated. He could feel the rage and the bloodlust in his own heart, and he told me with great fervor that..." 

Your heart starts to beat faster. You know that saying this could lead to you being killed, being the bearer of bad news and all. You say it anyway, and you cannot help the ice that creeps into your voice. 

"...The Empire will fall," you finish. You remain firmly rooted.