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
Chapter 52 - Game MasterKing Janoer sat at the head of his council table, staring at the encrypted message flickering on the screen before him, it was a short reminder of their discussion, attached with images of people that belonged to the Northern Region, they stood in attention yet their eyes were void of souls, and their stiff body was gone of will. The white light of the cold Northern Region seeped through the large windows of the conference room, reflecting on the pale skinned faces of his advisors. He had to make a decision for his region, a crucial choice that would make the entire future of the Northern Region that was balancing on the edge of a knife.Lord Eryk, his closest and most trusted advisor, broke the tense silence. “Your Majesty, we can not delay this any longer. Harrion’s threat is real, and if we wait too long, the lives of the Northern people under
Chapter 53 - Initial Attack"Is this the limit of your power, Georgia?" Harrion's voice cut through the cold air like a whip, sharp and unforgiving. His eyes glinted with amusement as he watched her, sweat dripping from her brow, her muscles trembling from exhaustion. The training hall echoed with the sound of her labored breathing, but Georgia remained steady, and enduring. She was exhausted but her body still moved on command, she would only stop when she was ordered to stop, until then, she would have to persist… unless her body collapsed."Again," Harrion commanded, his voice holding no mercy.Georgia obeyed without question, she moved swiftly and lunged toward her latest opponent, one of Harrion’s elite soldiers, her silver edged sword slicing through the air with lethal precision. The soldier was fast, but Georgia was