"Do you understand your mistake?" Mikhail, the powerful master of the great and vast Boreas Empire, the oldest of the four emperors and the father of Nicholas, coldly asked with dangerously narrowed eyes to Elisabetta, the eldest daughter born between him and his empress.
"..." But Elisabetta said nothing in return, keeping her bowed in profuse apology.
"Speak." He sternly instructed a moment later, when seeing her still silent, and even though his tone never rose beyond his normal speaking voice, it still made her heart skip a beat in fright at her father's rare show of anger.
"I'm sorry father." She meekly replied, her head now nearly bowed below her waist in distress.
"I didn't ask whether you are sorry or not. I asked if you understand where you failed." He cruelly corrected, his tone only growing ever more apathetic and frigid, a clear sign to those who knew him of his apparent displeasure.
