Few weeks had passed since the war between him and the head of the Masters, whom he had found out to be, was his brother, Micheal. He'd recovered the kingdom, and he'd also saved his mother.Davin decided to return to his business after so many months of fighting for his kingdom. He decided to take up his business once again since the kingdom was now more peaceful than ever.Davin woke up to a bright morning and a cheery mood. After he was served breakfast, he went ahead to dress up and prepare for the day ahead.He looked at himself once again in the mirror and adjusted the collar of his black Brioni tuxedo. He'd been anticipating his return to the company, and he was sure he'd meet the company in a solid condition.He got into his black Maybach and then ordered his driver to drive him to the company. Once they arrived, his chauffeur hurriedly opened the door for him to come out of the car. He inhaled as he stepped into the confines of the company. His lips curved into a self satisf

Davin’s reestablished presence at the company brought a renewed sense of energy and purpose. The atmosphere in the office buzzed with a new vigor as employees, once anxious about the leadership vacuum, now rallied under Davin’s commanding influence. Yet, amid the revival, Davin knew that the true test lay not in the return but in the ongoing struggle against Derek’s insidious maneuvers.A week had passed since the boardroom meeting, and Davin had made substantial progress. The board members were now firmly aligned with his vision, and Derek’s covert influence seemed to be waning. However, Davin remained cautious. He understood that Derek would not relent easily.One late afternoon, Davin sat at his desk, pouring over reports and preparing for an upcoming strategy session. His office was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing a panoramic view of the city’s skyline. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the metropolis. Davin’s phone buzzed, interrupting his concentration

The cenotaph stood silent under the late morning sky, a sentinel of granite and bronze bearing witness to countless histories. As Davin, Michael, and the other masters approached, the air was thick with tension. What had begun as a mere transfer of power was quickly spiraling into a confrontation neither side had anticipated.The masters gathered around the central altar, where Davin, holding the wrapped mandate and crown, prepared for the ceremonial handover. The mood was somber, but an undercurrent of anxiety pulsed beneath the surface. Michael’s eyes were fixed on the scepter, his demeanor a volatile mix of eagerness and irritation.“Let’s get this over with,” Michael said, his voice edged with impatience as he stepped closer to the altar.Davin regarded him coolly, his grip firm on the symbols of power. “It’s not merely about getting it over with. This is a tradition that commands respect.”Michael’s expression hardened. “Respect is earned, Davin. And right now, I’m not feeling p

The dawn following the conflict was stark and somber. The battlefield, once a frenzy of steel and blood.The victorious Davin surveyed the scene with a heavy heart, his mind racing with what life would mean now placed upon him. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and the clanking of chains.Michael, still bound and disheveled, was being led by Lord Puttin and his guards. The once-proud leader’s defiance was now reduced to a bitter resignation, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his defeat. Puttin’s smile was anything but reassuring as he escorted the prisoners through the wreckage of the battlefield.“Get hold of them, ensure that none of them gets to escape!” Davin commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.The soldiers quickly moved to comply, securing the remaining prisoners with tight bindings. Their faces were a mixture of fear and fatigue, reflecting the toll of the battle and the uncertainty of their futur

The crisp Arctic City air did little to alleviate the heaviness Davin felt as he left the café with Isolde. The unexpected appearance of Malachai Voss had shifted his priorities sharply. The presence of Voss was a stark reminder of the rival threat that loomed over his newly reclaimed success. Davin's thoughts were turbulent, and he needed a plan to handle the escalating danger, but first, he had to address the matter of his personal life.Davin walked Isolde to her carriage, their conversation interrupted by the pressing reality of the threat. “We should keep in touch,” Davin said, his voice firm. “This situation is more complicated than I initially thought.”“I’ll be here if you need me,” Isolde replied, her concern evident. “And Davin, be careful.”As Isolde’s carriage departed, Davin returned to the estate. He had barely stepped inside when Elizabeth approached him with an urgent expression. “My lord, there’s been a development. Lady Maya is here to see you.”Davin’s heart sank. M