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The God of War Calen Storm Invitation
Elijah’s eyes gleamed with sudden inspiration, the flicker of an idea sparking behind them. He straightened in his chair, his smirk growing slow and deliberate.“I have an idea,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost triumphant. “A brilliant one.”Marylin, who had been pacing the room in frustration, turned sharply to him, her brows knitting together in suspicion. “What do you mean?”Elijah let the moment stretch, relishing the suspense before he spoke. “Tonight, we invite Calen for dinner at our estate.”The words had barely left his mouth when Marylin’s face twisted in sheer disbelief. “Elijah, have you lost your mind?” she snapped. “Why in the world would we invite him?”Lila, who had remained mostly silent, looked up at her father, her expression caught between curiosity and doubt.Elijah merely raised a hand, as if soothing a restless child. “Calm yourself, Marylin,” he said smoothly. “Trust me on this. I know Calen will accept the invitation.”Marylin scoffed, crossing her arms
The God of War Calen Storm Elijah’s Proposal
The grand estate of House Frost was unusually busy that evening. Servants moved in a flurry of activity, preparing an elaborate dinner as if expecting a guest of noble status. Silverware gleamed under the glow of chandeliers, crystal goblets were polished to perfection, and the rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine filled the air.Yet, despite all this effort, only one guest was expected. And it was not a noble.Lila watched the preparations with a deepening frown. She had spent her life seeing this household host the most powerful and influential people in the city—dukes, council members, military leaders. But never had she seen them prepare with such precision for someone they openly despised."Mother," Lila finally spoke, turning to Marylin, who stood nearby overseeing the final touches. "What does Father want? What is he planning?"Marylin’s expression was unreadable. She smoothed a hand over the pearls adorning her neck before sighing. "I wish I knew."Lila arched a brow. "
The God of War Calen Storm The Devil’s Bargain
The candlelight flickered against the polished surface of the long dining table, casting golden hues over the fine silverware and crystal goblets. The atmosphere was heavy, thick with unspoken tension, yet Elijah Frost sat comfortably, as if he were merely discussing the weather.Calen Storm, however, was a stark contrast. Though his body remained composed, his shoulders relaxed and his face unreadable, there was a dangerous stillness to him—like a blade poised for the perfect strike.Elijah observed him carefully, noting every minute reaction. A flicker of his eyes at the mention of rank. The tightening of his jaw when Evan’s name was brought up. The way his fingers curled just slightly when Lila was mentioned. Ah, Elijah mused internally, he still cares, doesn’t he?"Let’s be honest, Calen," Elijah began smoothly, his voice as rich and indulgent as the wine he swirled in his goblet. "Everyone saw it. Your performance during the trials was flawless. The judges knew it. We knew it. Yo
The God of War Calen Storm Checkmate
A tense silence hung in the air like a storm about to break. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the long dining table, but even the warmth of the fire could not thaw the chill that suddenly gripped the room.Marylin, impatient as ever, broke the stillness first. Her carefully composed smile thinned as she leaned slightly forward. "Well, Calen?" her voice was laced with urgency. "Do you agree?"Elijah’s smirk deepened at her insistence, but he said nothing, only watching Calen with an amused gleam in his eyes.Marylin continued, her tone coaxing yet firm. "If you agree, you must clear Lila and Evan’s names first. Once that is done, we will grant you the rank you desire."At the snap of Elijah’s fingers, a servant stepped forward soundlessly, placing a neatly prepared contract on the table before Calen, along with an elegant silver pen.Elijah gestured at the document, his voice smooth and confident. "I have already prepared the agreement. Everything is in writing." His f
The God of War Calen Storm Misunderstanding
The night air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of autumn leaves and damp stone, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning in Calen’s chest. His boots struck the stone pathway with steady, measured steps—controlled, precise—yet inside, his thoughts churned like a tempest.So it was true.He had suspected foul play the moment his rank had been announced, but hearing it confirmed so casually by Elijah Frost himself made his blood boil. Second Lieutenant? A rank that should have gone to some fresh-faced recruit, not a soldier who had dominated the trials with skill and strategy that far surpassed the rest.And it had been deliberate.Not a clerical error. Not some unforeseen circumstance.The Frosts had seen his strength and decided to bury it.A bitter laugh escaped his lips. Cowards.But let them try. Let them throw their obstacles in his way. He would rise on his own terms, through merit and battle—not through empty titles or backroom deals. If they thought they could control hi
The God of War Calen Storm Threat
Before Marylin could utter a single word, the soft sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. A moment later, Lila stepped into view. She had just returned from the powder room, smoothing the fabric of her dress when her gaze landed on Evan. Surprise flickered across her delicate features, quickly followed by a hint of apprehension.“Evan?” Her voice held both confusion and wariness. “What are you doing here?”Evan’s sharp eyes locked onto her, dark with unspoken frustration. His presence was tense, his shoulders squared as though he were bracing for battle.“Why?” His voice was edged with accusation. “You don’t like seeing your fiancé here? Because you just finished meeting with your ex-husband?”Lila inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief moment. A part of her had expected this reaction from Evan—he had always been possessive when it came to Calen, always insecure despite his outward confidence. But tonight, she was in no mood to entertain his jealousy.With a quiet sigh,
The God of War Calen Storm Hesitating
Evan’s gaze lingered on the hallway where Lila had disappeared. His jaw was still tight, his hands still clenched at his sides, but he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to regain control. Losing his temper further here wouldn’t accomplish anything.Instead, he straightened his coat and turned back to Marylin, his expression hard.“The next time I come back,” he said, voice cold and even, “I expect Lila to act far better than this.”Without waiting for a response, he pivoted on his heel and strode toward the exit. His polished boots struck the marble floor with sharp precision, echoing his irritation with each step. The household staff bowed slightly as he passed, but he barely acknowledged them.The heavy door swung open, and within moments, Evan was gone, disappearing into the night.Marylin let out a long, weary sigh, pressing a hand to her temple. The weight of the conversation settled on her shoulders, a mix of unease and frustration. Lila’s behavior had been reckless. Evan had ever
The God of War Calen Storm The Letters
Calen pushed open the door to his temporary quarters, a modest yet well-maintained room assigned to him after his placement was finalized. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of old parchment greeted him as he stepped inside, but his attention was immediately drawn to the neatly folded uniform laid out on the small desk near the window.His new uniform.His gaze shifted to the insignia resting beside it—Second Lieutenant.Calen exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.So, it was official.The rank still burned in his mind, a bitter reminder of what had been stolen from him. He should have been higher. Should have been more. But it was done. Complaining wouldn’t change anything."This is better than nothing," he muttered under his breath, trying to ground himself.He reached out, fingers brushing over the fine material of the coat. It was well-made, the fabric thick and sturdy—something meant for an officer, not just a common soldier. At the very least, it was something
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Bitterness is All I Have
Queen Elara’s smile returned to its formal calm as the ceremonial greetings ended.“Seraphina,” she said softly, yet clearly, her voice echoing with quiet command. “Please escort His Majesty and his entourage to their chambers. Ensure they are well taken care of. The soldiers may rest in the prepared barracks. Tonight, we celebrate.”Seraphina bowed her head slightly. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”King Ashford offered a satisfied grin. “Then I shall look forward to this evening. I expect a celebration worthy of a union between kingdoms.”Queen Elara’s expression didn’t falter. “I believe you will find it… unforgettable.”She stepped back slowly, preparing to leave the grand hall. “Until tonight, King Ashford,” she said with a soft, final nod.But just before turning completely, her gaze shifted once more.Not to the king.Not to Seraphina.But to Calen Storm.It was quick, fleeting — yet unmistakable.Her eyes lingered for just a heartbeat too long. Something unreadable passed through
First Meeting
As the first blush of dawn lit the sky in soft hues of gold and rose, the gates of the grand palace of Aerondale creaked open. Trumpets sounded low and regal as the royal procession assembled in the palace courtyard, bathed in the ethereal light of morning. Servants bustled about, tightening saddle straps, checking the gilded wheels of carriages, and ensuring the safety of the heavy, ornate chests filled with gifts fit for a queen.Silks from the East, goldwork from the southern isles, precious gems from Aerondale’s mines—all stacked neatly inside lavishly decorated palanquin, carried by eight men each. These were no mere tributes—they were trophies, flaunting Aerondale’s wealth and power, meant to impress and overwhelm.General Calen Storm sat astride his dark warhorse at the front, armor polished to a mirror sheen, his crimson cloak trimmed in gold fluttering lightly behind him in the wind. His gaze was sharp, scanning the horizon even before the gates had fully opened. He felt the
Secret Plan
As the King turned to give further instructions to his advisors, Calen’s sharp eyes flicked toward General Evan Drake. The man stood there, composed, ever the image of a loyal officer. But there was something in his smile—too calm, too gracious—that set off alarms in Calen’s mind.He volunteered too quickly, Calen thought. Evan Drake doesn’t offer support unless there’s something in it for him.Their eyes met across the courtyard. Evan’s lips curled slightly into a knowing smirk, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the expression of a man offering support—it was the expression of someone who had just moved a piece on a hidden chessboard.Calen narrowed his eyes but said nothing. The King had already given his decree. There was no room for protest. Whatever Evan was planning, Calen would have to remain vigilant and trust no one but the men he commanded himself.After the formalities concluded, Calen excused himself from the gathering and made his way to the military wing of the palace. Ther
Jealousy
The sound of wood cracking echoed sharply through the stone corridors of the eastern wing of Aerondale’s military citadel.General Evan Drake stood in his office, his chest heaving, the splinters of a shattered goblet strewn across the floor. The heavy oak table bore a fresh dent from the force of his fist. Papers were scattered—battle plans, intelligence reports, diplomatic records—all now forgotten in the wake of the news that had just reached him.The sharp crack of wood splitting echoed through the stone walls of the eastern military wing as General Evan Drake slammed his fist onto the desk, sending a crystal decanter crashing to the ground. The wine seeped into war maps and strategy scrolls, now forgotten.“He succeeded?” Evan spat, disbelief lacing every word. “Calen Storm succeeded?”His aide stood stiffly by the door, unsure if he should speak. “Yes, General. The Queen of Vynoria has accepted King Ashford’s proposal. The message came directly from General Storm himself. The Ki
The Prize
The morning sun was just beginning to rise over Rivermore as Calen Storm and his two captains, Aldric and Edric, mounted their horses at the palace gates. The crisp air carried the scent of damp earth from the previous night's rain, and the roads glistened faintly with lingering moisture. The three warriors sat tall in their saddles, their cloaks billowing slightly in the cool breeze.The grand city of Rivermore stretched behind them, its towering spires and intricate bridges casting long shadows in the morning light. They had spent weeks within its walls, navigating the careful dance of diplomacy and observation, yet now they were finally departing. The news they carried would change the course of two nations.As they rode through the outskirts of the city, past fields and quiet hamlets still shrouded in early morning mist, Aldric was the first to break the silence. “I still can’t believe Queen Elara agreed to the proposal so easily,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I expected more r
The Guilt
Calen Storm stood tall in the dimly lit chamber, his piercing gaze shifting between his two trusted captains—Aldric and Edric. Their expressions were serious, awaiting his command.“If the queen continues to stall, we must push her,” Calen stated firmly, his voice low yet filled with authority. “We cannot allow her to buy more time. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp. Observe everything—her movements, the council’s meetings, anything unusual.”Aldric and Edric exchanged brief nods before responding in unison. “Understood, General.”Calen studied them for a moment, then dismissed them with a wave of his hand. He trusted their skills—Aldric was resourceful, and Edric had an eye for the smallest details. If there was any information to uncover, they would find it.When they left, Calen exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his dark hair. He walked toward his bed, unfastening the belt that held his weapons before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His mind churned, trying to p
This Cannot Happen
Calen watched as Queen Elara trembled, rain-soaked and vulnerable in the middle of the garden. His voice was gentle but firm as he asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright? Do you need me to escort you back to your chamber?"Elara's breath hitched. She couldn't look at him. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she feared he might hear it. The warmth of his hand still lingered on hers, a touch so foreign yet… comforting.No. This cannot happen.Without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and ran. Her soaked dress clung to her as she rushed through the palace gardens, past the lantern-lit corridors, and up the stone steps leading to her chamber. She didn’t dare look back.I cannot fall for him. He is the enemy. A general of Aerondale. A man sent here to see my downfall.Her breathing was ragged when she finally reached her chamber. She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, hands clutching the fabric over her racing heart.But the Sacred River…The River h
The Rain
Calen remained hidden in the shadows, his sharp eyes fixed on the stone doorway built into the palace wall. One by one, the priestesses emerged from within, their hoods drawn low over their faces, their expressions grim. Their movements were hurried, almost anxious, as if burdened by something that had just transpired inside.But Queen Elara was not among them.Calen's brows furrowed. What had happened in there? Why was the queen still inside?He stayed rooted to his spot, waiting, watching. Minutes dragged on like hours, the night stretching into silence except for the occasional roll of distant thunder. And then, finally, the door creaked open again.Elara stepped out.Even from a distance, Calen could see that something was wrong. Her posture, usually so poised and commanding, was frail. Her steps were unsteady, and as she passed under the dim glow of a nearby lantern, he caught sight of her face.Tear-streaked. Eyes swollen a
Don't Know What to Do
Queen Elara knelt by the river’s edge, her fingers trembling as they grazed the cool surface of the water. The Sacred River, once the life force of Vynoria, was now weakened—its flow sluggish, its once-lustrous glow barely a flicker.Desperation clawed at her chest. Why? She had done everything in her power to restore it. The rituals, the offerings, the prayers—nothing had worked.Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to wipe them away. One by one, they slipped down her cheeks, falling into the water. Her voice, hoarse with exhaustion and despair, barely rose above a whisper."What do you need?"Silence.Her fingers curled into fists, still submerged in the river. “I have given everything,” she choked out. “And yet you continue to wither. Vynoria is on the brink of ruin, and I—” Her voice broke. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I cannot fail them. I cannot fail my mother and father. Please…” Her fingers tightened. “Tell me what
