Nicholas I Land Novels & Stories

And now, Nicholas wanted to hand it over? If the Southern Frontier fell into the hands of Sandoria, was it really so easy to just take it back? Or was he planning on gifting the land to them? To Nicholas, the land had no value. All he cared about was the throne. "You alone are a traitor. Don't you dare use my name to further your ambitions! You thought of a good plan, didn't you? The common people will call me the traitor, the rebel who plotted to overthrow the throne. Throughout history, I'll be remembered as the man who betrayed the kingdom. You'll make yourself look clean, all while gaining a reputation for being a devoted son."

Nicholas says, his voice calm and cool, "I am the one who leads this group. You may be the leader of your own pack, but that does not give you any authority here. You do not belong here. You will leave this place." I can see the other pack's alpha tense. He looks angry, and I can see his eyes flash white. He's bigger than Nicholas, and he seems more menacing than him in every way. I've never seen Nicholas look so calm, but I know that this is a bad sign. "I don't know who you think you are, boy," the alpha growls. "But you have no right to tell me or my pack what do to." "Yes, I do," Nicholas replies, his voice reaching the other alpha. "This land is our pack's territory, and I will not tole

Cavendish visibly paled, the blood draining from his face as he shifted uncomfortably under Nicholas’s stare. The rest of the board fell silent. “Now, if there are no further insults to my wife, we can move on.” No one dared to respond. Nicholas leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping the room as silence stretched. Finally, he spoke. “I want to make one thing very clear. This is not me walking away. I am stepping down temporarily. If the lot of you think this empire is so fragile that my absence will lead to its ruin, then perhaps you should appoint someone else to manage things in the interim.”