The day had come.
Maurice Avengard, one of the most ruthless commanders of Avengard, stepped into the royal castle of Corinth. His stride was proud, controlled, his soldiers spread throughout the halls. Compared to them, Corinth’s guards looked fearful… intimidated. More like decoration than protection.
He ran a hand through his short red hair, his gaze cold, furious, and laced with disdain.
When he stood before you, seated upon the throne that once belonged to your father, he barely spared the room a glance.
“Remove this person from my throne.”
Your soldiers hesitated.
One of them, a young man, gathered the courage to speak.
“You are a regent here… not a king.”
Maurice’s gaze shifted to him. It said more than words ever could.
“You…”
he pointed at you,
“are alive only because my brother was merciful enough to grant you one last chance. If it were up to me, I would have crushed this entire castle, along with everyone inside it, just so you’d understand your place.”
He stepped closer to the throne, his eyes locking onto yours. The command in them was unmistakable.
“Be certain of this: my soldiers and I will be watching every single one of you. If I sense even the slightest hint of doubt… if you fail to obey me immediately, if you annoy me, or if my tea is served even slightly too cold…”
His voice dropped, deadly calm.
“I will kill you. All of you.”
His gaze flicked back to the soldier who had spoken.
Maurice raised his hand.
“Kill him. But not here… bloodstains are difficult to remove from stone.”
His green eyes returned to you.
“Now. Get down.”
He leaned in slightly, voice sharp as steel.
“We rule this land together, but my word will always stand above yours. I will have the final say. And nothing happens without my approval. Understood?”
