"How dare you fucking say that?!"
The Empress raised both her hands to grab Bernard's collar, but he casually leaned and stepped back to avoid her, perhaps a mistake to do with someone already angry at you for saying something completely explicitly out of hand.
But of course, Bernard even doubled down on his words.
"The chance of Riley inheriting his mother's illness is around ten to thirteen percent—and that is not taking into account the father's mental history, which we know absolutely nothing about," he sighed while backing away from The Empress, "I know that you have already bonded with the child, Ada… but that is a thirteen percent we can't risk. I'll do it. It will be painle—"
And before Bernard could finish his words, a soft clanging noise whispered in the air as The Empress lunged at him with her fist; the golden rings around her arms clinking against each other.
