Two Hundred and Twenty-Two.

THREE YEARS LATER.

It’s been three years since the Dark Lord incident, three years since Lyon had defeated the world’s greatest enemy and since then the world has been peaceful.

His country was thriving and a year later he had taken over the consortium, he had multiple companies and fortunes that needed his supervision and Lyon had been trying his best to be diligent.

“LYON!” A loud voice called his name and Lyon groaned, he knew that he was supposed to be out of bed by now because he had an important meeting at the White House today.

She had woken him up an hour ago but Lyon needed more sleep, his bed was calling to him and he was being forced to tell her to cancel all of his meetings but he knew she wouldn’t.

He knew just how stubborn she is and the only way she would let him off the hook is if he pretended he was sick but he’s not a kid anymore.

“You have to be in the white house in two hours!” The shrill voice came again, “don’t tell me you’re still sleeping!” The voice said and L