"The Emperor guides you," Narcissa traced her fingers lightly over the stark outlines of the figure on the card. "He promises order in a world of chaos, he promises an ideal world."
Narcissa could not linger long, however, with Regulus' past as the cards perceived it, for in his future lay The Hanged Man. She did not want him to grow alarmed as so many did, seeing only the literal sense of the images before them. She offered Regulus the simplest of the readings she could for so mutable a card in the Arcana.