Location: Kael's Temporary Residence — The Twilight Manor
The sun dipped behind the towering spires of Solaria, casting long shadows over the marble streets. Inside the Twilight Manor — a small yet fortified estate on the edge of the noble district — Kael and his companions gathered.
A heavy, dangerous tension filled the air.
They were no longer just surviving.
They were preparing to strike back.
A Dangerous Game
Around the long blackwood table sat the most dangerous and loyal members of Kael's growing faction:
Zara, the Blade of Loyalty.
Mira, the Sorceress of Storms.
Velcia, the Poisoned Whisper.
Selene, the Strategist of Light.
Evelyne, the Healer of Fate.
And now... Lysandra, the Black Rose of Solaria.
Each woman watched Kael closely as he unfurled a scroll across the table — a detailed map of the Imperial Capital's power structure.
"It's official," Kael said, voice low but clear."The Emperor is dying. The Crown War will begin within three months."
The others remained silent.
They already knew.
The signs were everywhere — assassinations, shifting alliances, ancient families sharpening their knives.
And Kael, the "worthless" prince, was now one of the key players.
Kael's Plan
Kael's golden eyes burned with cold fire.
"To survive the Crown War, we need three things," he said."1. Military power.""2. Noble support.""3. Public opinion."
He pointed at the map:
Military power — they would secretly recruit orphan knights, disgraced commanders, and mercenary guilds loyal only to Kael.
Noble support — they would forge hidden alliances with weaker houses, offering them protection in exchange for loyalty.
Public opinion — they would perform heroic deeds publicly, starting with the upcoming Grand Festival Tournament.
"If we move carefully," Kael said, "we can turn the Empire's hatred into fear… and then into worship."
The girls' eyes gleamed with excitement.
This wasn't just survival anymore.
It was the first steps toward an empire reborn.
Private Promises
Later that night, Kael walked alone in the garden behind the Manor.
One by one, his companions joined him under the starlight.
Zara was first — standing silently at his side, her presence a blade drawn for him alone.
Mira brought him a cloak, draping it over his shoulders without a word, her silver hair shining in the moonlight.
Velcia teased him softly, but her eyes — always playful — held an unspoken oath of loyalty.
Selene discussed battle tactics even as she slipped her hand into his, letting her actions speak louder than her words.
Evelyne gave him a small blessing, magic woven from love, hope, and stubborn belief in his destiny.
And Lysandra...She pressed a black rose into his hand, leaning close enough for her breath to brush his ear.
"Win, Kael," she whispered."Win and the world will kneel."
He looked at them — his warriors, his harem, his future.
Each girl a key to restoring his lost divinity.
Each girl a star that would help light his path through the darkness.
"I swear," Kael murmured, voice firm, "I will not lose. Not to fate, not to history, not to the gods themselves."
The stars above seemed to pulse in agreement.
The Crown War had begun.
And Kael Solaris…Would change the world forever.