The carriage ride through the heart of Jinstain felt like a brief escape from the whirlwind of the trial and political intrigue surrounding them. Conor and Kerrigan, flanked by their Dragoon bodyguards, were heading to a place that offered a different kind of solace—the Jinstain Community Center. It was a project close to Conor’s heart, and Kerrigan had grown fond of it, too. Today was a rare chance to reconnect with the people they were fighting for.Sorcha, Reilynn, Parker, and Evelynn kept a watchful eye as the couple stepped out of the carriage and approached the building. The soft murmur of children’s voices drifted out from the center, and inside, a buzz of excitement grew as news spread that Conor and Kerrigan had arrived.Jonathan, the center’s director, was the first to greet them, his eyes lighting up as he approached with a wide smile. "Conor, Kerrigan—it’s always a pleasure to see you both," he said warmly. “The kid

The Dragon Sanctuary was alive with activity, a steady hum of footsteps and voices as the staff moved purposefully throughout the house, packing and preparing for the spring transition. Boxes were being sealed, travel trunks secured, and every corner of the grand home seemed to be bustling.Kerrigan, standing near the large bay windows overlooking the pergola covered back yard, watched as their luggage was loaded onto carts. She smiled faintly as she heard Conor in the next room, deep in conversation with Marina Ellis about the upcoming projects for the Jinstain Group.“Make sure to check on the refinery contracts and follow up with Vokrizin,” Conor’s voice carried into the room as he discussed their plans. “We’ll need those numbers before the month ends.”Marina, the picture of efficiency, was nodding as she jotted notes into a sleek tablet. “I’ll have updates ready for Lydia to summarize and send to you by the en

Conor returned to the house and found Kerrigan as their team prepared for their departure from the Dragon Sanctuary. Inside the grand residence, a hurried calm filled the air, the steady rhythm of packing and last-minute logistics echoing throughout the halls.Their move to the Lokir Estate was a significant one—symbolic of their growing roles in the kingdom—but it also came with an unspoken urgency. Time seemed to press in on them, and the weight of recent revelations weighed heavily on Conor’s shoulders.Kerrigan was speaking quietly with Marina Ellis, finalizing details for the Jinstain Group before their departure. Marina, always the picture of efficiency, jotted down notes on her tablet while Lydia Harrington hovered nearby, sorting through reports and ensuring everything was ready for their journey.Conor, meanwhile, was deep in conversation with Tom Ridley, his personal assistant and chief logistics coordinator, as Tom checked and rechecked their travel plans. They weren’t takin

The sun had barely reached its zenith when Natalie knocked on the door to Kerrigan’s study, her face tight with concern. Kerrigan looked up from her desk, where she had been reviewing estate management reports, and motioned for Natalie to enter.“What is it?” Kerrigan asked, sensing the tension before Natalie even spoke.Natalie approached, holding a folded newspaper in one hand. “I think you’ll want to see this,” she said, her voice carefully measured.Kerrigan took the paper, glancing briefly at the front page before her eyes landed on the headline in bold print: "Power Couple or Political Pawns? The Kingdom Watches as Conor and Kerrigan Rise."Her stomach tightened as she began reading. The article painted a mostly benign picture of her and Conor’s relationship, focusing on their increasing influence in Golan. It speculated on their connection to the Regency Council, their roles in managing both Jinstain and Lo

The air around Lokir Estate was crisp with the touch of early spring, but the tension inside the estate was palpable. Conor and Kerrigan had been managing a growing storm for days as Serret’s sanctions began to sink their teeth into Golan’s economy. What had initially seemed like a diplomatic spat was now evolving into a full-blown economic conflict.They knew the sanctions would have consequences—Serret’s decision to cut off exports of military hardware, electronic components, oil, and high-quality textiles was already rattling the markets, particularly those reliant on the old Benedict Group. Despite their efforts, the threat from Serret loomed large, and Conor and Kerrigan needed a plan to ensure Golan’s survival.Inside one of the estate’s grand conference rooms, Kerrigan stood at the head of a long table. The faces of business leaders from Dragon Corporation and the Jinstain Group stared back at her from the large video screen,