Kerrigan sat with her head down on her desk, exhausted. The day had been relentless—meeting after meeting, each one more draining than the last. The weight of her responsibilities pressed heavily on her shoulders, and she longed for the day to end. She felt like she had been dodging the media all week, forcing herself to stay focused on running Dragon Corporation amidst the chaos. But as the evening began to close, Kerrigan allowed herself a moment to breathe, a brief respite before the next storm inevitably hit.Just as she began to relax, the crackle of Evelynn’s radio disrupted the silence. Kerrigan looked up, her senses immediately on high alert.Both of her guard’s faces were series, meaning the message had to be urgent.Evelynn pressed the radio’s ear piece with her finger, listening intently. Kerrigan watched her closely, noting the way Evelynn’s expression shifted from curiosity to surprise.“The Duke has sent a helicopter to pick you up,” Evelynn relayed, her tone calm but w
Conor woke early in the morning to soft beams of light filtering through the thin curtains the the sparse room. His sleep had been restless and filled with troubled dreams. The events of the previous evening still weighed heavily on his mind, particularly Kerrigan’s hesitant words: "I… I don’t know about us."He sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the narrow bed. The room was small, much smaller than the others had been shown to the night before. It was plainly furnished, with a simple bed, a single chair, a tiny writing desk and a small dresser. Put simply, a servant's quarters. Whether it was a deliberate slight or a simple oversight by the Duke's staff, Conor couldn't tell, but while the room fit his needs, it stung all the same. It felt like a tangible reminder of his place—or lack thereof—in Kerrigan’s world.He had expected some form of discomfort during this visit, but the reality of it was more unsettling than he’d imagined. Conor had been at Kerrigan’s side
The Duke rose from his seat, indicating for them to follow him. He led them to a smaller, more intimate sitting room just off the main dining hall. The room was richly furnished, with deep, comfortable chairs and a large fireplace that crackled softly with a fresh fire.Once they were seated, the Duke wasted no time. “Kerrigan, you’ve done well with Dragon Corporation, despite the challenges you’ve faced. But your role as President is not the only duty you carry. As Countess Lokir, you have a responsibility to this province and to our family. That includes making decisions that go beyond the business world.”Kerrigan nodded, her expression composed. “I understand, Grandfather. I’ve been doing everything I can to uphold our family’s legacy.”"Are you?" He questioned. He then unfolded a news paper and held out the front page. "Three of my men are dead..."Kerrigan paled, the tone of this meeting already going south. The duke sighed heavily. "They were good men Kerrigan, but they died f
Conor trailed behind Kerrigan as they left the Duke’s private sitting room, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The Duke’s words had cut deep, leaving Conor with a gnawing sense of inadequacy that he couldn’t shake. The weight of the conversation bore down on him, and he felt more out of place than ever.As they walked through the long, ornate corridors of the Duke’s estate, Kerrigan finally slowed her pace and turned to Conor and Natalie. Her expression was calm, but Conor could see the tension in the way she held herself, the slight furrow in her brow.“Well,” Kerrigan began, her voice carefully controlled. “What did you think?”Conor hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The Duke’s probing questions about marriage and the future had left him feeling unsettled, and he wasn’t sure he could offer anything constructive without revealing the doubts swirling inside him.Before he could find the right words, Natalie spoke up, her tone thoughtful. “I think the Duke has a positive vie
Kerrigan slipped quietly into the training yard, staying in the shadows along the edge where hedges and vines could hide her as she observed the scene unfolding before her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to Conor, who was in the midst of a fierce match with five of the Duke's guardsmen.The tension that had been simmering between them since their arrival at her grandfather’s estate weighed heavily on her, and she found herself watching him with a mix of admiration and regret.Conor moved with a fluid grace that belied his strength, his every motion calculated and precise. As he fought, Kerrigan couldn’t help but be struck by how much he had grown since they first met.There was a confidence in him now, a quiet assurance that had come from months of training and honing his skills. But even as she admired his prowess, her mind drifted back to the conversations they had shared over the past twenty-four hours—conversations that had left Conor hurt and uncertain, and had left Kerrigan que
After her chat with her grandmother, Kerrigan took a stroll through the estate gardens, trying to sort out her emotions. After over an hour of wondering the grounds, she found herself on a bench looking across a pond surrounded by roses. As she watched, a gentleman dressed in garish court finery not common to Golan made his way round the far side, trailed by a small entourage.Odd, she thought. Must be some dignitary or ambassador from another kingdom. No one would be caught dead in those kinds of fashions. Her musings were interrupted by the Duke’s manservant. “Countess, the Duke has sent me to inform you he is available for the personal audience you asked for.”Kerrigan rose and headed for her grandfather’s study. Kerrigan had requested this meeting at Natalie’s urging to discuss the challenges she was facing with the Dragon Corporation board, hoping that her grandfather might have some wisdom to share.A short time later, she sat across from her grandfather in the private study,
Conor stepped out of the shower, letting the hot water clear away the last remnants of his earlier sparring session. The physical exertion had done its job, tiring his body enough to keep the restless energy at bay, but his mind was still spinning. The events of the day—Kerrigan's words, the Duke's subtle but undeniable judgment, and his own growing doubts—had left him feeling unsettled.He grabbed a towel and dried off, his thoughts drifting back to the conversation he’d had with Kerrigan on the helicopter. He had replayed it in his mind countless times, searching for clues or reassurances that her words hadn’t meant what they seemed.But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe she had been right to question their relationship. After all, what did he have to offer a noble? He was just a commoner from Bayan Province, a man who had clawed his way up in the world of business but still didn’t belong in the noble circles Kerrigan moved in.As CEO of Vokrizin, he cou
Conor stood in front of the large mirror in his room, adjusting the uniform collar for what felt like the hundredth time. The fine fabric of the guardsman’s uniform fit perfectly, tailored to his frame, yet it felt foreign, a symbol of a role he wasn’t sure he was meant to play. The dragon ring on his finger caught the light, the dragon’s eyes gleaming as if to remind him of something he couldn’t quite grasp.Dinner. This dinner was meant to be a political maneuver, a showcase by the Duke, and Conor knew it. The stakes were high, and everyone had a role to play, even him—though what that role was, he still didn’t fully understand. The thoughts of Kerrigan’s earlier words, the distance that had grown between them since they arrived at the Duke’s estate, weighed heavily on him. And now, there was the added tension of meeting a prince, someone who could very well be a potential suitor for Kerrigan.As he made his way down the long corridor to the dining hall, his thoughts churned. He had