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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
The God of War Calen Storm Trapped
The chapel was silent.A hollow, breathless kind of silence.Calen stood near the altar, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. The tall stained-glass windows were nothing but dark outlines at this hour, their colorful depictions of saints and warriors now muted under the absence of daylight. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows along the stone walls, elongating the pews, distorting the space into something almost unreal.He exhaled slowly.Why had Astra asked him here?Of all places, this?The chapel was always empty at night. No guards. No servants. Just cold stone and lingering prayers. That was what made it both safe and dangerous at the same time.His brow furrowed as he recalled the letter.It had been so direct.Meet me tonight. At the chapel.Nothing more. No explanation. No pretense.That alone made him wary. Astra was a servant. She wasn’t reckless—she wouldn’t dare summon him like this unless it was something of gr
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The Trial Unfolds
The courtroom was eerily silent as Judge Alistair Godfrey sat behind his grand podium, his sharp gaze fixed upon Calen. The tension in the hall was suffocating, the weight of judgment pressing upon everyone present.No formalities. No unnecessary words.The judge went straight to the point."Calen Storm," his voice was deep, steady, and unwavering. "There are multiple eyewitnesses who claim that you and this servant—" he barely spared Astra a glance, "engaged in improper conduct inside the chapel. I will ask you directly—what happened that night?"Calen lifted his chin. His shackled hands remained steady, but his voice carried the steel of unwavering conviction."I did nothing wrong. And neither did Astra." His gaze flickered toward her for just a moment before he turned back to the judge. "We were set up."The room stirred, murmurs rippling through the audience.Judge Alistair’s expression did not change. "Set up?"Calen gave a firm nod. "Yes. Astra was drugged. Someone gave her an a
The Trial Begins
Morning arrived, bleak and merciless.Neither Calen nor Astra had found rest in the suffocating silence of their cells. The weight of their situation bore down on them like an unmovable stone.Astra curled into herself in the corner of her cell, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress. She stared blankly at the cold, uneven stone floor, her breath shallow. The reality of what awaited her was undeniable—she was nothing but a servant, and worse, a servant despised by Lila Frost.No one would defend her. No one would care if she perished.Calen, sitting opposite her in his own cell, hadn’t closed his eyes either. But his sleeplessness wasn’t due to fear—it was anger. His mind had been working through the night, unraveling the trap they had been caught in, dissecting the details of how Evan Drake had orchestrated this moment with such brutal precision.A sound broke the quiet—the clank of boots against stone.Astra lifted her head slightly, dread c
We’ll Survive
Astra’s quiet sobs filled the dimly lit prison chamber, her voice trembling with guilt. “If only I hadn’t drunk it… If only I had been more careful…”Her fingers gripped the cold iron bars separating them, her shoulders shaking as tears ran down her cheeks.Calen, sitting on the other side, exhaled sharply, his arms resting on his knees. He hated hearing her like this—so fragile, so broken."Enough," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Crying won’t change what’s already happened."Astra flinched, her breath hitching. "But—""Listen to me." Calen’s voice softened just a little. "This isn’t your fault. You were drugged, Astra. Whoever did this planned it down to the last detail. You couldn’t have stopped it."Astra bit her lip, guilt still clouding her expression. "But I—""But nothing," Calen cut in. He turned his head slightly, looking at her through the gaps in the bars. His gaze was steady, unwavering. "They wanted to ruin us. And they would have found another way even if this h
He’ll Be Begging to Dissappear
The accusations crashed down upon them like waves against jagged cliffs, unyielding, deafening, merciless."Liars! Deceivers!"The cries swelled, fueled by scandal and self-righteous outrage. The chapel’s once-sacred halls now echoed with venom, its walls pressing in like silent judges.Calen clenched his fists. It didn’t matter what he said. It didn’t matter what the truth was. The people had already chosen what they wanted to believe.His rank, his history, his victories in service—none of it meant anything here.And Astra…She was even more powerless.Just a servant. A shadow in a noble house. Someone to be spoken over, not listened to."Take them!"The order sliced through the air.The guards moved at once. Chains rattled. Hands seized his arms, fingers digging into his skin.Calen’s instincts screamed at him to fight back. But fighting would only seal his fate.With a sharp, piercing glare, he wrenched himself free."I will walk on my own," he declared, his voice cutting through
It’s a Perfect Trap
The moment Astra’s lips crashed against his, Calen nearly lost himself.It was different from before—this kiss was hungry, desperate, burning with something uncontrollable. Her fingers clutched at him, her body pressing closer, her heat seeping through his clothes.Damn it.He knew she wasn’t in her right mind, but gods, she was making it impossible to think.His hands instinctively found her bare shoulders, his fingers grazing over the fevered skin. Too warm. Too intoxicating. Too dangerous.Then Astra’s trembling hands slid lower, reaching for the last barrier of her clothing.And for a split second, Calen almost let her.But suddenly—Light flooded the chapel.A harsh, blinding glow filled the once-dark space, illuminating everything.And before either of them could react—A group of people burst into the room.Gasping. Murmuring. Judging.Calen froze in place, still holding Astra in his arms. Astra, whose shoulders were bare, whose body was flush against his, whose lips were still
She’s Tortured
Calen’s steps faltered as Astra’s voice, soft and trembling, reached his ears."You… you can’t take me back to the Frost estate right now," she murmured against his chest.His brows furrowed. "What? Why?"Astra hesitated, her breath uneven, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Shame colored her face as she struggled to get the words out."I… I think I drank something," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it’s making my body feel… strange."Calen stiffened. His grip on her remained firm, but his entire body tensed. "Astra," his voice was low, warning. "Don’t tell me you—"She shut her eyes tightly, unable to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt as if it were burning from the inside out, every nerve hypersensitive. It was humiliating. And yet, the unbearable heat wouldn’t stop.Then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached up—and pressed her lips against his.Calen’s breath hitched, his mind going blank for a moment as the unexpected w
Trapped
The chapel was silent.A hollow, breathless kind of silence.Calen stood near the altar, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. The tall stained-glass windows were nothing but dark outlines at this hour, their colorful depictions of saints and warriors now muted under the absence of daylight. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows along the stone walls, elongating the pews, distorting the space into something almost unreal.He exhaled slowly.Why had Astra asked him here?Of all places, this?The chapel was always empty at night. No guards. No servants. Just cold stone and lingering prayers. That was what made it both safe and dangerous at the same time.His brow furrowed as he recalled the letter.It had been so direct.Meet me tonight. At the chapel.Nothing more. No explanation. No pretense.That alone made him wary. Astra was a servant. She wasn’t reckless—she wouldn’t dare summon him like this unless it was something of gr
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
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
