SEATED FOR WAR
They say legacies are born in gilded rooms.
These empires are passed on like wine, aged, inherited, and poured only for those deemed worthy.
But I’ve learned that sometimes, a legacy isn’t passed down at all.
Sometimes, it has to be taken.
The jet's descent felt like the beginning of a fall. I couldn’t stop. As we broke through the clouds above Geneva, I watched the land stretch below us like a chessboard—cold, vast, and dangerous. Every square felt like a trap. Every move has a cost.
Cassian sat across from me, silent. Not wounded anymore, but still healing—his movements measured, his mind sharp and unreadable. He hadn’t spoken since I’d shown him the final ledger.
That silence haunted me more than any threat.
Cressida sat by the window, eyes distant. Not afraid—ne
