The morning after his… thorough re-education… of his mother and aunt, Alaric felt a deep, primal satisfaction. The Steele Manor, now nestled in its icy northern sanctuary, was a fortress not just of magic and stone, but of absolute, unquestioning loyalty. His core harem was solidified, their wills utterly bent to his.
But the world outside continued to churn, a chaotic symphony of war and intrigue that demanded his attention. He sat in his private study, the same room that had witnessed such exquisite depravity just a day before, now clean and orderly. He held his Phone Artifact, its dark surface cool against his palm.
It was time to set his other kingdom in motion.
