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
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
The sun bathed the grounds of the Dragon Sanctuary in a golden glow as Conor walked alongside Duke Atholl. The air was crisp with the lingering chill of early spring, and the gentle rustling of leaves added a quiet serenity to their steps.The busy preparations for the move to Lokir Estate seemed a world away, the noise and activity from the house fading as they made their way deeper into the sanctuary grounds.They had left the bustle of the house behind, moving past the courtyard and into the gardens that framed the property. Conor’s mind, however, was far from the peaceful surroundings.The past few months had been tumultuous—Ryu Pinon’s execution, the restructuring of the kingdom’s leadership, and the growing tensions with neighboring nations. But today felt different. It wasn’t about politics or military strategy. This felt personal.For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it hung
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 morning light filtered through the tall windows of Lokir Estate, casting long shadows across the stone floors. Conor glanced out over the sprawling grounds, his mind a swirl of thoughts about the tasks ahead and the weight of the past few months. He turned to Kerrigan, who sat by the hearth, sipping tea, her eyes scanning through a few letters she had received the night before.“Why don’t we take a walk?” Conor suggested, his voice breaking the quiet. “It’s a good way to start the day—clear our heads before we dive into everything.”Kerrigan looked up from her letters, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I like that idea. Maybe we can make it a routine? Just the two of us. It’ll give us time to connect away from the chaos.”Conor smiled back, appreciating how she always found balance in the storm of their responsibilities. “I think that’s something we could use.”Within minu
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 mood in the Lokir Estate had changed since the early days of their arrival. What had begun as a time to settle into their roles, handle estate matters, and enjoy the peace of spring had now turned tense.Word of Serret’s actions continued to filter in, and it was clear that Prince Khalid wasn’t wasting any time testing Golan’s resolve. But the threat wasn’t coming in the form of soldiers or military maneuvers—it was coming from the marketplace, where Serret was quietly setting the stage for an economic war.Conor sat at his desk, going over reports from the Regency Council when Kerrigan entered the room, her steps brisk. She was holding a letter, her face a mask of frustration."We’ve just received confirmation," she said, handing the paper to him. "Serret has imposed trade sanctions on Golan, specifically targeting our metal and textile exports."Conor frowned as he scanned the document. The two industries in quest
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,
The quiet hum of Lokir Estate was deceptive. Outside, the air smelled of blooming flowers and fresh spring, but within, a storm was brewing. The sanctions Serret had imposed on Golan were starting to take their toll, and Conor and Kerrigan knew that the real challenges were only just beginning. Seated around a large table in the estate’s meeting room, Kerrigan was surrounded by her most trusted business leaders, heads of the Dragon Corporation, and representatives from the Jinstain Group. Across from her, Conor reviewed updates from their economic advisors, his brow furrowed in thought."Textiles and spices are our biggest short-term problem," Marina Ellis, Vice President of Jinstain Group, said, tapping the papers in front of her. "We’ve got nobles calling us every day, demanding their orders for high-end fabrics. Silk, cashmere, and wool—Serret’s embargo has cut off the majority of our supply, and Golan’s luxury market is feeling the pinch. The