24 - The Unraveling
The walk back to Raxor’s private wing was not a retreat; it was a triumphant march of dominion. Raxor’s grip on Lena’s arm was a vise, his armored presence radiating a cold, satisfied power that silenced the remaining palace staff. He had chosen his possession over the stability of his court, and the entire Empire would now fear the human who could drive the High Commander to such dangerous obsession. As the door to the private wing sealed behind them with a heavy, final thud, Lena felt the immediate crushing weight of his protection. She had won the political battle against Xira, but the prize was eternal confinement and intensified vigilance. Raxor released her, his eyes molten gold, sweeping over her defiant, trembling form. He didn't offer praise for her sharp defense; he offered a t
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