Chapter 106: Shaping the Narrative

Shaping the Narrative

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Lokir Estate, filling the war room with warm, golden light when Kerrigan finally entered.

Conor stood near the head of the table, feeling the weight of the decisions that were about to shape his future and the futures of everyone who had fought beside him.

As he prepared for the upcoming press conference, he felt the faint but growing presence of Celia, her power still weak but guiding him with the occasional whispered thought.

Kerrigan walked up to him, and playfully slapped his arm, her face a mask of forced anger. “You scared me.” She whispered.

He looked down at her, concerned and confused.

“I woke up and you were gone… I don’t like that.” She said, before her false anger broke and she stood on her tip toes and kissed him, dispelling any lingering hostility.

“I will keep that in mind, my lady,” Conor said. While the words sounded strange at first, and from anyone else would be a formal statement, for Co
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