Late in the evening, the grand doors to the King’s private chamber swung open with a low creak, and Kerrigan and Conor stepped inside, their every movement weighed down by the tension that had been building for weeks.The room was dimly lit, a far cry from the usual splendor of the palace, as if even the light itself had recoiled from the gravity of what was about to unfold. The King sat at the head of a long, polished table, his face shadowed, his posture rigid with barely concealed frustration.He looked every bit the ruler who had been backed into a corner, and Kerrigan could see the cracks in his carefully maintained composure.To the world, the King was still a figure of unassailable authority, but here, in this private confrontation, he was a man fighting desperately to maintain control over a kingdom that was slipping through his fingers.“Come in,” the King said curtly, gesturing to the seats across from him. “We have matters to discuss that cannot wait.”Kerrigan and Conor ex
That night, as they sat in their quarters, Kerrigan spoke first. “The King will never truly hold Kelan accountable. He’s too valuable to him and his limited control over Gregor. The moment the trial ends, Kelan will find a way back to power or at least live in comfort, and nothing will change.”Conor stared out into the night, the city below still restless with the echoes of protest and dissent. The King’s ultimatum hung over them like a storm cloud, and every instinct told him that they were at a crossroads.Yet the path forward felt obscured, and the weight of the decision before them was crushing. The King had offered them a way out—a false peace that would preserve his power but betray everything they had fought for. And Conor knew, deep down, that they were running out of options.Kerrigan sat beside him, her face set in grim determination, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “We can’t accept his terms. This isn’t just about the Benedicts anymore. It’s about the so
Dear readers, I hope you are enjoying this long overdue addition to the series. I have every intention of finishing it THIS year (2024). However, I would like to hear from you about what that end should look like. I have mapped out three plans and outlined likely chapters for each, but I am very undecided as to Conor and Kerrigan's ultimate role. So let your voice be heard. Where do you see them ending up? What role feels right for them in 3 months, a year, ultimate titles. Again, my goal is to wrap this series up nicely and I think we are close with what I have prepared offline, but I am just looking for some thoughts form you all before I decide which chapters to post.Wishing you all the best, and happy reading!(Next on my list for over winter is to get Civilian Dragon Lord out.)
Conor did his best to help the bellman get the ladies luggage into the hotel suite but the pile was truly massive.Parker only had one suitcase and a separate bag for his uniform suits. For his part, Conor had brought about the same.Kerrigan didn’t seem to have much, but her three guards had a mountain of cases between them.“What on earth did you bring?” Connor asked as the pile tipped, spilling across the floor of the sitting room.“Just the essentials,” Reilynn answered as she let Faolan (pronounced as FWAY-lahn) into the room.Connor gawked at both her and then at the room they had entered. “Are we in an imperial suite or something?”Kerrigan didn’t seem to notice the grandeur as she made for one of the rooms to the left, “It is one of the rooms we established for visiting nobility. The King would never stay here, but other dignitaries have in the past. The king would stay at the temple or with one of the dukes.”The way she said it so casually caught Conor off guard as she vanis
“What is it?” Conor asked as they reached the SUV and climbed into the back.“My grandfather has formally requested my presence at his estate at the end of the month,” Kerrigan said, slumping heavily down into the seat.“I thought you were on good terms with your grandparents, or at least not at odds with them,” Conor asked.“Not really. We are not on bad terms that I know of, other than never seeing them in many years. I don’t know, I guess I still harbor some resentment for them leaving me at the temple. I get it, it was safer that, at least until Zadok came to power. Under your mother’s care, it wasn’t too bad.” Kerrigan huffed and was quiet for a time and Conor simply let her collect her thoughts.“I miss having a family. MY family. They were never unkind to me that I remember but they also were not there for me either. I guess in their own way, their distance was meant to shield me. But that seems to be at an end. I guess…. I guess I am not sure how to feel towards them.” She fi
Kerrigan ordered a few dishes for Conor to try and he was excited to let her show off her city and its wonders.The first course was apparently a Velyki special, though Conor wasn’t quite sure what was special…Small rolls of bread the size of his fist were served with cheese and a very creamy butter.“Its yak cheese. They are hard to raise but there are a few farmers who have managed to raise them. You will not find a better flavor in all of Targu province. The butter is also cured with a sage that is only grown in the southern slopes of Velyki.” Kerrigan explained as she happily served herself and piled samples onto Conor’s plate.When the main course came, Conor took the opportunity to savor the hearty stew with fresh venison before he broached the dragon in the room.“Kerrigan, Dragon Corporation is a fascinating beast. I have been studying the notes Mr. Nuri and miss Quinn had prepared for me and it seems your nest is surrounded by predators. In such a hostile terrain, how is one
Kerrigan looked up from her notes, her brow furrowed. “What do you have in mind? I already told you, I don’t want to hurt the staff. If he falls, it needs to be without collateral damage were ever possible.”Conor smiled, appreciating her concern for her people. It was one of the many things he admired about her—her ability to balance ruthless efficiency with genuine care for those under her leadership.“What if we let Kelan take on a task that’s beyond his abilities?” Conor suggested, his voice measured. “Something that would require real leadership skills and deep knowledge of the company’s operations—skills he clearly lacks.”“Possible, but what exactly are you suggesting?”Leaning forward, Conor began, “We suggest to the board that Dragon Corporation needs a fresh perspective. Given Kelan’s self-proclaimed ‘innovative’ approach, he could be the perfect candidate to lead a major restructuring. Something complex and high-stakes, where his incompetence will be exposed for everyone t
The sun had barely risen over the city when Kerrigan Lokir, still energized from the intense planning session with Conor the previous night, strode into Dragon Corporation’s headquarters. The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of the sleek, modern building, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Kerrigan moved with purpose, her thoughts already on the day’s agenda as she headed straight for her office.She had a strategy to implement, and every minute counted.“Good morning, Miss Lokir,” Natalie, her assistant, greeted her as she entered the office. “Your first meeting is in ten minutes. Mr. Vargas from R&D will be here shortly, followed by Miss Meher from Marketing.”“Thank you, Natalie,” Kerrigan replied, flashing her a quick smile. “Please make sure we’re not disturbed. I need these meetings to be efficient and discreet.”Natalie nodded, understanding the gravity of Kerrigan’s request. “Of course. I’ll have coffee and tea ready.”Kerrigan moved to her des