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RonanI arrived at my father's estate, and as I walked into the house, the first person I saw was Glenda.The years had taken their toll on her; she looked tired and had aged noticeably. Her posture was humble, with her head bowed, a shadow of the woman I once knew."Good morning, Master Ronan," she greeted me, her voice soft and respectful.The anger I once felt toward her had faded. The possibility that she hadn’t drugged the decanter, as I once believed, had made me realise how unfair my judgments might have been.I hadn't yet investigated the matter fully, but I knew that someday I needed to get to the bottom of it."Good morning, Glenda," I replied, offering a small smile. "Camila sends her love."Her face brightened at the mention of her daughter, a spark of life returning to her weary eyes."I’m glad she isn’t causing you trouble, Master," she said, almost as if relieved. Perhaps she had feared I had come to complain about Camila, and her reaction made me wonder what burdens sh
RonanI walked into my father's office and found him buried in documents, his expression tense and focused. The situation with the Kavistanians was clearly weighing heavily on him, as it was on all top military officers."Father," I said, breaking the silence. He looked up at me, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and relief."I heard you hid away. Did you know? Did your ex tell you what was coming?" he asked abruptly, skipping any formalities. I could also see a tinge of fear in his eyes. If in anyway I was in league with Arya, that would get me into trouble.I shook my head."No, I didn't know. I just wanted to get away and spend some time with my daughter. I needed peace and quiet, and it seems that desire might have saved my life," I replied, settling into the chair across from him.He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching for something—perhaps reassurance that I was truly okay. Then he sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly."I'm glad you're alive, son. Y
RonanMy father sighed and looked at me. I could see his fatigue and worry. He wasn’t at peace, and I knew it was out of fear. A fear I had never seen in his eyes my entire life.“What is it, Father? Please tell me,” I said, hoping he would confide in me. He took a deep breath and exhaled ready to let go of what was eating him up inside."I could go head-to-head with Ighor when we were both Army generals," my father began, his voice carrying the weight of his past battles,"But now he’s a rank higher, and I’ll be retiring soon, son. You’ll have to be careful. I’m not saying you should marry his daughter, but you need to play your cards well. Your promotion was the best I could secure from Linus Dimitrov before he retired. It’s going to be rough from here on out because Ighor feels insulted."I nodded, fully aware of the challenges ahead. "I know, but I’ll figure something out. He’s not the only marshal in the federation; there are five people in that rank," I replied with a hint of res
RonanLeaving my parents' house, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My father had assured me that Camila and Katya would be safe, and I trusted him to keep his word. Knowing that Camila would have her mother there to help her with Katya eased my mind further.Taking care of a child alone isn’t easy, and while Camila was with me, we had shared the responsibilities.I just hoped she wouldn’t be left to handle everything on her own at my father’s house. It wasn’t that I doubted her ability—far from it—but I didn’t want her to be overwhelmed or stressed.The protective instinct in me, the part that worried over her well-being, had me thinking like a 'Romeo,' as if I were playing the part of a romantic protector. The thought brought a small chuckle to my lips as I sat in the back seat of the car.As we pulled up to the headquarters, the atmosphere was noticeably different from the norm.The place was buzzing with a tense energy, far more intense than usual. Although the hallways weren’t
RonanEntering the boardroom, I was immediately struck by the fact that everyone was already present.It was two minutes before the scheduled time, yet it felt as if I had arrived late. The atmosphere was tense, a clear indication of how important this meeting was.I quickly composed myself, pushing aside my worries. Abel’s expression revealed concern, but I couldn’t afford to focus on that now.I saluted my superiors and greeted my colleagues, following protocol as Abel returned my salute. The formality of it all felt slightly awkward, but it was necessary given the ranks in the room."How was your week off?" Marshal Amos Zielinski asked, his tone probing but not unkind."Quiet until I returned," I replied succinctly, keeping my response brief and to the point.Marshal Amos nodded, seeming to consider my words before continuing. "Well, I’m sure you’re aware by now of what’s happening with the Kavistanians," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone."I am," I replied, nodding
Ronan"I need you to break the situation down a bit further," Marshal Abraham said, his tone steady but insistent.I took a moment to compose my thoughts, glancing at Colonel Joseph Zielinski, who remained calm and composed.I hadn’t spoken to him since I returned, and we hadn’t discussed Marc’s death. I wondered how he was holding up, but like all of us, he was trained to keep his emotions in check.I turned my focus back to the task at hand."From external threats, we know the Sardonians and Greygots are longstanding enemies of Kavistan. But internally, the situation is more complex. There are small terrorist groups within Kavistan, led by Kavistanians who either work for themselves or are possibly in league with external enemies. These groups exploit Belvarian slaves to carry out acts of violence and sow chaos among the population."I could see the marshals listening intently, absorbing the details."Kavistan is also plagued by illegal uranium mining," I continued. "This resource is
RonanI waited, my patience stretched thin, as Igor levelled his accusations with that familiar accusatory tone.I could sense he had something more planned, something designed to trip me up or complicate my life. I just hoped it was something I could easily refute."It's strange," Igor began, his eyes narrowing, "that you go on holiday to God knows where, disappearing with your daughter and that Belvarian slave right around the time of the attacks. Then your so-called ex mentions you as her owner, and you give her refuge in your home. Explain that."His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully."With all due respect, sir," I replied, keeping my voice steady, "it’s a coincidence. I've already filled out the prisoner delivery form. If it’s approved, your men can pick her up immediately. I have no involvement in this matter. Marc was my closest friend, and his death has deeply affected me. I’m still in shock over what’s happened."I
Ronan"I believe we should still look into this," Igor persisted, his voice tinged with frustration.But Marshal Abraham Ivanov wasn’t having it."This was a collective decision, four against one. Are you going to question our decision? Do you think the military is a joke, where ranks are handed out as compensation? I voted for Army General Sergey Morozov to be in your seat, Igor, and we all agreed, but his remaining years of service were too few. That’s the only reason you were promoted instead—because these are difficult times. However, that doesn’t give you the right to abuse your position and power."Abraham’s words cut through the room, his voice carrying the authority of someone who had seen too much and had no patience for politics that threatened the integrity of the military. After all, he had just lost his son, Marc. The fact that he was present showed his dedication."We would all love to see our children succeed, but they must earn it," Abraham continued. "Ronan Morozov, J