The Empress’s Debt: Reclaiming the Billionaire’s Throne
The noise of the gala died away, replaced by the scent of old leather and the weight of history.
On the desk lay the Covenant of the Two Houses. It wasn't a standard corporate merger; it was a vellum scroll, written in the archaic language of the Pact.
"According to the protocols," Alexander said, his voice dropping into a solemn register, "this isn't signed in ink. It’s a life-bond. If one house falls, the other burns to save it. If one heir is threatened, the other becomes their shield."
He picked up a small, obsidian-handled blade. Without hesitation, he pricked the tip of his finger, letting a single drop of crimson fall into the wax seal of the document. He handed the blade to Elena.
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