Chapter 43 - Blood Soaked
And there, in the center of it all, stood Georgia. Her silver eyes glowed in the darkness, her blade dripping with blood. She turned slowly to face the villagers, her expression blank.
The elder stepped forward, his hands trembling as he held up a rusted sword. “Georgia…” he called out, his voice breaking. “You have to stop this. This is not you.”
But Georgia did not respond. She moved toward him with slow, deliberate steps. The villagers backed away in fear, but the elder stood his ground, his heart heavy with sorrow.
Georgia was gone. And the person standing before them was the perfect weapon of Harrion Bergmont.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You are
Chapter 44 - Kill Her or Spare?Maxton held a sealed envelope as he sat by the fireplace in the war room, his eyes fixed on the flames dancing in front of him. He traced the uneven edges of the envelope’s flap, showing the hurried tearing of paper to use in encasing the letter inside it. He had just received a coded message from one of his spies embedded deep within the Western Region. It was not Jason but one of his men who had found it difficult to contact him online since he had been on the run when Georgia attacked the village that housed him, luckily, he was able to flee along with other villagers from that land. The room was dimly lit, with only the flickering light from the hearth casting shadows on the wooden walls. His advisors stood nearby, waiting in tense silence for him to break the seal.With a deep breath, Maxton opened the envelope, his fingers were stead
Chapter 45 - The Priority"Georgia must be stopped first."The room fell silent, the gravity of the statement hung in the air like a loaded gun. Tanner’s voice was calm, but the implication of his words was anything but. Maxton’s eyes scanned the faces of his closest advisors and allies, his jaw tightly clenched as he observed them. Tanner’s remark was a necessity, but the procedure for how the idea was to be executed was to be determined."Are you suggesting we prioritize her over the throne?" Regulus’ voice was steady, and his expression was neutral, not showing a glimpse of what he truly thinks about the matter. He was a very practical King, and he had always prioritized his region, and his kingdom over anything else. However, he had never been in a situation where Maxton was now. The dilemma that the western r
Chapter 46 - His Decision: Kill HerTanner leaned forward, his face tight with concern, but his voice steady. "We need to think about this carefully. Harrion’s control over Georgia is absolute right now. But... we have seen her break free before, even if it was only for a brief moment. There might still be a way to subdue her, capture her alive, and break Harrion’s hold."A murmur of uncertainty rippled through the room. The idea of capturing Georgia alive seemed like an ideal solution, but it was a gamble — a dangerous one that could cost them everything. Regulus’s general shook his head in disapproval."Subdue her? Capture her?" the general scoffed. "With all due respect, we have seen what Georgia is capable of. She is not the same woman you once knew. Harrion has molded her into a killing machine, and if we sen
Chapter 47 - Combat Training“Again!”Andor Bergmont’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding as he watched Georgia struggle to maintain her stance. The cold stone chamber echoed with the sound of her heavy breathing, her muscles shaking from the nonstop combat drills. She was dripping with sweat, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the training chamber. But despite her exhaustion, there was no emotion in her face. No frustration. No hesitation. Just obedience. It was an order by her master, to train her in combat, sharpening her like a sword to wield. He knew that she could not just rely on the power of her silver eyes in every fight or battle she was thrown in since the silver eyes utilize the life energy and he would not want Georgia to be drained and die if massive battles occur. She was his greatest weapon after all. He could not af
Chapter 48 - A Proposal“I still think this is a risk,” Andor’s voice came through the phone, edged with caution. “The Queen of the East is not exactly known for her loyalty. She shifts with the winds.” Harrion turned his phone to his other ear as he listened to Andor’s say on his meeting with Queen Theodora. Harrion had already anticipated what his cousin would say.Harrion leaned back in the plush leather seat of the car, watching the cityscape of the Eastern Region blur past. The towering buildings, sleek and modern, stretched toward the sky, casting long shadows over the bustling streets below. His eyes flicked toward Georgia, seated beside him, her silver eyes glowing faintly as they neared Queen Theodora’s palace. She had been silent throughout the ride, her face devoid of emotion, just as he had trained her to be.
Chapter 49 - Queen’s Greed“Harrion, we need to talk about Janoer.”Andor’s voice rang through the speakerphone as Harrion stood in his study, overlooking the sprawling landscape of the Eastern Region through large glass windows. He had been pacing the room for a while, thinking of the next move to consolidate his power. He leaned against his desk, his gaze flickering to Georgia, who stood motionless near the door, her silver eyes scanning the room for any threat, her expression devoid of emotion. They had to stay for the night and leave when the sunlight broke in the morning.“What is it? We have secured Queen Theodora’s tentative support… “ Harrion replied.“But we can not stop there,” Andor continued. “The Northern Re
Chapter 50 - The North"Andor, what are we looking at?" Harrion asked, his voice smooth yet sharp, as he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window of his office. He had already turned his attention to the Northern Region — another piece of the puzzle in his plan for domination.“The North,” Andor replied on the other end of the phone, “is a wild card. Janoer has been quiet, maybe too quiet. He has got resources, strong borders, and some of the most disciplined warriors in the country. If he aligns with Maxton, that could change everything.”Harrion’s lips curled into a smile. "But Janoer is a man of honor... And honor can be twisted."Andor sighed. “Honor or not, you know the Northern Region does not bend easily. Janoer’s proud, but pride
Chapter 51 - The Northern KingThe convoy was led into the palace entrance, the tall and heavy doors closing behind them with a resounding thud. The inside resembled the atmosphere outside the palace, cold crispy white halls, yet warm and welcoming, a notable contrast to the harsh coldness of the outside atmosphere. The walls they passed by in the corridors and halls as they were led to the grand hall where King Jnaoer was waiting for his visitors were adorned with banners of the Northern Region, a symbol of their pride and strength.King Janoer awaited them in the grand hall, standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest. His advisors flanked him with their stern expressions, unwelcoming, cold — reflecting the chilly winds outside the palace. The tension heightened when Harrion entered, his eyes immediately locking onto King Janoer’s. The warm place suddenly felt c