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It moved to understanding. “So that’s the part you don’t say out loud,” she continued. “What comes after.” Joseph’s jaw tightened slightly. “There is no condition,” he said. Rachel held his gaze. “There is always a condition.” Another silence. This one heavier. Then, softer but far more dangerous: “What do I have to do for it?” The question didn’t sound desperate. It sounded controlled and measured. Like someone who had learned that nothing expensive ever came without a cost, even when it was disguised as kindness. Joseph’s expression changed then.

He will invade my region if I don’t invade his first. It’s an unavoidable battle. One region has to pay the price for the victory of another region. Vultures feeding on Vultures. That’s the government these old men have built over centuries. I wish to fix this pattern of greedy government, but that will take me a while. Right now, my focus should be on how I can take that land. I’m not doing this for me but for the sake of my subjects. “Did my father write down the kind of reward he wants to give to Mr. Gravus?” I question, checking the last file.

_lessers_ will be promptly rendered irrelevant. Allowing his gaze to wander between the two terrifyingly dedicated ladies in his ancestral dynasty, Grant felt the same chill of recognition run down his spine. These were the pantheresses who would create and shape the world's future aristocracy, a new species of ruthlessly pragmatic nobles for whom sentiment and conscience were only roadblocks on the way to the top. It would be a new world order, he reflected as he took another savouring inhale from his cigar. One sufficiently _purged_ of anything as trivial as human mercy.

So is the desire to conquer her. To own her. To make her mine. And that’s exactly what I do.