While watching his main battalion being ground into the earth, Dorian finally set his contingency in motion. If he could not defeat her on the battlefield, then there's only one path left, destroy her weakness.
Her family.
The spies had been very clear. Sienna-Rose's love is excessive, dangerous even. She loved all of her wives equally, fiercely, and without restraint. She allowed them freedom, indulgence, and power, but she guarded them with a near-obsessive devotion. Threaten them, and she would burn the world in response.
Dorian's lips curled into a thin, venomous smile as the image of Sienna-Rose hovering above his army with a bored expression filled the projection once more, her barrier still shimmering flawlessly as his soldiers fell by the thousands.
"Find the spy," he said coldly.
His aide stiffened. "Your Highness?"
"Damien," Dorian clarified. "Where is he?"
