planetarily unstable, report to the queen for various other instructions, you have been deported upon rebellion, and you thus not place a single foot on this world again, your speaking to the queen before you leave and I'm the one in charge, I'm the one that gets to make the rules around here.
The world was in disarray and it was their fault when they caused the war. What was going on, you can't even decide for yourselves anymore, so how is the emperor going to thrive in a world that doesn't operate itself? It just doesn't do it anymore.
it was always rythennia doing it all and it was taking a huge toll on her. And she couldn't keep on going on like this, it wasn't sustainable at all, and no matter what she did, something would always go wrong fantastically.
rythennia barged through the doors, her breath heavy with cold flames as if shed just been snowballed: who thought it would be funny to cause this much terror your making me...
( she then fainted, and the world ascended into panic control. Nobody had died in literal eons, and she wouldn't be the first to. Immortality was a lie anyways) or maybe immortality wasn't a lie and this was a new sickness that was showing up for the first time in centuries.
after that occurrence there was no telling what would happen, Xannathaithen was now trying to stabilize the fragile economy after rythennia fainted since she was now unable to carry on with her responsibilities and her duties to her worlds and time zones.
Xannathaithen previously had decided to keep her from it, albeit secretly, no one really knew about that because he never let word get out what or how he was using his authority, it was just a known that that she, rythennia was his personal secretary, not the future queen, but he treated her like it.
why? we don't know. might never.
night had once again fallen upon the city, luckily there was no danger at the present moment. but this did mean it was coming which brewed the questions: what am i doing? why am i doing this? and how does this apply to this timezone, xannathaithen thought to himself.
(he is the emperor but sometimes he tells me not to address him that way i don't know why.) he always enforces his powers nearly everywhere, disciplines the guards, keeps paperwork in check, and so from there he made sure to handle it correctly.
our language is called the Zaintozzan, so words like Rei'za meant fire/spark and things like Sae'thir meant wind/breath. and dsoz'thor meant earth/soil. or language had only just been realized recently by one of the other Reyalle's (higher than royal, also in new Lexicon)
Xannathaithen started thinking about what rythennia had said before she passed out. he quoted her: " who thought it would be funny to cause this much terror your making me..by rythennia" he tried to comprehend more about it but he just couldn't.
what was so wrong about her passing out, it didn't make sense whatsoever. then he realized what she was trying to say ( your making me queasy xannathaithen i am not immune to your Blasted hair, you know it burns those of lower rank unless your in a good mood)
he begun to start feeling a overwhelming rush of guilt rise within him, he knew his hair did that whether he liked it or not, he knew that he was extremely powerful yet he still did nothing about it.