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
The first course was served, and the conversation continued, shifting from business to culture and politics. Prince Khalid spoke of his homeland, of the advancements they had made in technology and infrastructure, and of his hopes for continued peace between Surret and Golan.Kerrigan listened attentively, occasionally offering her own insights, but Conor noticed that she never mentioned him—not once did she refer to him or acknowledge his presence in any way.It was as if he were invisible, just another guard standing by, ready to protect but not to be seen.The Duke, meanwhile, seemed to be in his element, steering the conversation with ease, occasionally directing questions at Kerrigan that forced her to think on her feet.He was testing her, Conor realized, seeing how she would handle herself in the presence of a prince, a man who could be a potential suitor.Conor’s discomfort grew with each passing minute. He watched as Prince Khalid complimented Kerrigan on her beauty, her inte
The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Kerrigan's guest quarters, casting a soft glow over the room. She sat on the edge of her bed, still in her nightgown, staring at the small wooden box in her hands. The events of the previous night played over and over in her mind—the formal dinner, the conversation with Prince Khalid, and the way Conor had watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.She had seen the pain in his eyes, the way he had stiffened when the Duke subtly pushed him aside, treating him as little more than a bodyguard. She had felt the weight of her own words, the careful diplomacy she had employed, knowing full well that every word, every gesture was being scrutinized—not just by the Duke, but by Conor as well.But there was something else gnawing at her, something that had been tugging at the edges of her consciousness ever since she arrived at the Duke’s estate. It was a feeling she couldn’t quite place, a sense that there
Conor’s eyes snapped open to the sound of barking echoing through the halls. For a moment, he was disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings of the Duke’s estate reminding him of where he was. He sat up in bed, the previous night’s events flooding back to him in a rush. The formal dinner, the prince, the veiled judgments—it all weighed heavily on his mind.The barking continued, more insistent now, drawing Conor out of his thoughts. He recognized the sound immediately—it was Faolan. He quickly pulled on his clothes, his mind already working on the likely scenarios that could be causing Faolan to make such a ruckus.She had been with the kennel master since they arrived and hopefully this was just her feeling neglected, away from Kerrigan. They had been lax in visiting with her since arriving and it likely was to much for the loyal dog.Conor knew the kennel master would have taken good care of her, but for a dog like Faolan, she needed her people.Stepping out into the corridor, he foll