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the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming

As we walk toward the library, I glance around again. This empire. its beauty, its mystery, its secrets . It is as if they’re calling out to me. And for the first time, I’m not afraid.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

No one wanted another war but Thaveri is going to think that there will be a war. The guards closed the mountain routes from the empire to Thaveri from all sides. It was during the plans that they realised they had not named their merged empire. They were still using the separate flags and documentations on some of the cases. Thus they merged the flags and named the empire 'Mahamaure'- the only empire in Arthanava.

Save for two open windows at one corner, the entire thing was covered wall-to-wall in gadgets, drawings, various parts, and tools. Most importantly was a pair of shelves overstuffed with so many books that it had grown a small pile right next to it. Everything looked slightly messy with use. Freya glanced at a miniature model of a ballista. Or, rather a working model in miniature. Although she was hardly mechanically inclined, she could easily tell that all its parts worked as they would if it was full-sized. “This emperor made all this?” she asked. “How does he find the time to, I dunno, rule?”

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

I almost jump at her sudden question, but manage to form a professional smile, concealing all my thoughts. “Just a little,” I say, and send prayers above that I’ve read this just a few hours ago “They are also called the Four Founding Houses, since they united the nations that form the Empire to what it is today.” The Empress makes a thoughtful sound “And now you might find yourself as the Luna of one. What are your thoughts on it?” There’s an emphasis on the ‘might’. I’m grateful for having been in the employee of Mrs. Gaines, who unknowingly trained me ruthlessly on how to keep a straight face in front of authority figures.

To prove they were always one step ahead. Outside, dawn slowly began pushing against the darkness. The first hints of sunlight filtered through the windows as voices started appearing throughout the pack house. The day was beginning. Unfortunately, so was whatever came next. A knock sounded against the doorway. Emily stepped inside carrying several old books pressed against her chest. "You need to see this." Lucas and I immediately stood. Emily crossed the room and carefully placed the books onto the table. "I spent the rest of the night searching through the archives." She opened the first volume.

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."