as the cheers died down, all eyes shifted to King Ryu Pinon, the last to face the dragons’ judgment. The King stood alone, his posture rigid but his eyes filled with a mix of defiance and dread. The crowd’s murmurs grew uneasy, sensing the inevitability of what was about to come.
Finally, Abraxas’s eyes turned to the man, isolated by the weight of his own choices. The flames, once fierce, now coiled around him like a serpent ready to strike. King Ryu Pinon remained defiant in his stance, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.
“Ryu Pinon, King of this realm, Guardian of the Crown, Keeper of the Kingdom’s Covenant,” Abraxas intoned, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade. “You have been granted power by the covenants of old, yet you have you have chosen to rule with authority, but not with wisdom. Your reign is without honor, and without regard for the sacred oaths that bind you.”
Abraxas’s flam
The dragons’ departure left the courtroom cloaked in a charged silence, as if the very air was holding its breath. The brilliant glow of Celia and the fierce flames of Abraxas had vanished, leaving only the faint scent of smoke and the weight of what had just occurred.Every eye in the room was fixed on the empty space where King Ryu Pinon had stood moments before, now reduced to ash and memory.Conor and Kerrigan, still reeling from their own trials, exchanged a brief, knowing look. They had not expected to survive the Trial by Fire unscathed, let alone to be standing before the kingdom as its de facto leaders.But the dragons’ judgment had been clear: they were deemed worthy, and now the future of the realm lay in their hands, at least for the time being.The High Council, nobles, and media remained in stunned silence, their faces a mix of awe, fear, and uncertainty. The kingdom had lost its king, its stability shattered in an instant, and t
Two days had passed since the dragons’ fiery judgment fell upon King Ryu Pinon, but the kingdom was still reeling.The shock of losing its monarch so suddenly had left the realm unmoored, and while Conor and Kerrigan had helped guide the kingdom through the immediate chaos, there was still unfinished business that weighed heavily on the court’s conscience.The fates of Kelan and Gregor Benedict—two men whose actions had threatened to tear the kingdom apart—still hung in the balance.The grand courtroom was once again filled to capacity, its walls echoing with the anxious murmurs of nobles, councilors, and the public. Media representatives lined the back, their cameras poised to capture every moment of what would surely be another historic day.The courtroom was not just a place of judgment today—it was a stage for the kingdom’s reckoning with its own failures. The people wanted to see justice, and they wanted to believe
Near the end of the week, the dust of the recent trials had settled, but the echoes of the dragons’ judgment still resonated throughout the kingdom.Golan was a realm wounded by corruption, deceit, and the unchecked ambitions of its leaders. Yet, with the sentencing of Kelan and Gregor Benedict, a new chapter was ready to be written—a chapter where the people’s voices would finally be heard, and justice would no longer be a commodity traded among the powerful.The weight of this responsibility fell on Conor and Kerrigan, alongside the newly formed Regency Council, as they stepped into their roles as temporary stewards of a kingdom in need of healing.The Regency Council convened in the Great Hall, a grand space now filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Lord Bravik, Duke Atholl and his wife Lady Atholl—two figures of unimpeachable honor who had guided the council with measured wisdom—took their places at the head of the assembly.Conor and Kerrigan sat side by side, their presence a
The morning light filtered softly through the windows of Lokir House, casting a warm glow across the grand study where Conor and Kerrigan sat, surrounded by maps, documents, and the echoes of recent events.The trials were over, the kingdom had begun its journey toward healing, and the dragons’ judgment had set the realm on a path to a new beginning. But for Conor and Kerrigan, the work was far from finished.Today, they were not standing before a court or making speeches to the people; today, they were simply two partners trying to figure out how to balance the immense responsibilities that lay ahead.Kerrigan sat at the large oak table in the Lokir war room, her fingers tracing the edges of a map that spanned the entire kingdom.Her eyes moved over the marked locations—Jinstain, Lokir, Velyki—each one representing a piece of the life they were trying to build and manage. Conor stood by the window, looking out at the lush fields of Loki
The familiar, crisp chill of Jinstain’s winter air greeted Conor and Kerrigan as they stepped off the carriage, their breath fogging in the cold morning light. The city had changed since their last visit—there was an air of quiet resilience, but also an undercurrent of uncertainty.The trials of the past months had left their mark, and now it was time to start mending the scars. For Conor and Kerrigan, this trip was not just about overseeing business; it was about breathing new life into a city that had been neglected and exploited for far too long.Jinstain’s once-vibrant neighborhoods had seen better days. As Conor and Kerrigan rode through the streets toward their winter home, Parker driving while Sorcha rode shotgun, they passed houses with window curtains drawn, grass overgrown and signs of abandonment.The Banks family, longtime tenants and neighbors, had moved out after Sandra’s scandal broke. As the rich and powerful caught wind o
The large conference room in the Dreadnaught Law Firm building was bathed in the late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the polished table.It was a stark contrast to the storm brewing outside, but inside the room, the atmosphere was calm and purposeful. Conor sat at the head of the table, Kerrigan to his right, and Parker and Reilynn next to her.Across from them were Mr. Nuri, their trusted lawyer, Mrs. Bennett, Jinstain’s top real estate expert, and Abbie Weiss, the sharp investor who’d been helping guiding them through the transformation of the Benedict Group.They were ready to meet the candidates who had been shortlisted, each one brought in for interviews to fill critical roles in the team’s growing enterprise.“First up, Marina Ellis,” Mr. Nuri said, scanning the schedule in front of him. “Highly recommended by several local businessmen from Jinstain.”<
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 early days of spring had finally settled over Jinstain. Winter had loosened its grip on the city, and the soft stirrings of new life were beginning to peek through the frost.The air was still crisp, but the scent of earth and budding greenery brought the promise of warmer days. Conor and Kerrigan walked side by side along a winding path that led toward the ruins of Celia’s temple, their minds heavy with the challenges they faced.It had been months since King Ryu Pinon’s execution, a moment that had sent ripples of change through the entire kingdom. Jinstain, once weighed down by corruption and neglect, was starting to rebuild itself, but the future remained uncertain.The people were resilient, eager to move forward, but beneath the surface, tensions simmered—among the nobles, among other nations, and even within the kingdom’s borders.Several dragoons fanned out to secure the perimeter while giving Conor and Kerrigan privacy