There's an eerie hush between the three of you as the tamer utters the last words [i]the Empire will fall.[/i] You study your mother's face closely, but her expression has turned to stone, completely indecipherable. How [i]unfair[/i] is the only thing you can think. That your Empire should be prophesied to fall just before your proclaimed ruling. You cross your arms over your chest and sink in your seat, waiting for your mother to speak. To fix this. If you are to be the empress, you absolutely [i]demand[/i] this be fixed before your coronation. There is no way, in the furthest, deepest pit of hell, that you will let your empire fall before you even get a chance to seize it.

"I see," your mother finally speaks, startling you slightly. You sit up straighter and listen with bated breath. "I can only wonder why I was not informed of this before now, should you have known."

Her own violet eyes are piercing into the female before you, and even you can feel its intensity. Its burn. You wonder if your mother could sense a half-truth or falsehood in the tamer's words. That maybe, perhaps, she had known long before now about the conjuring.