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  Chapter 34 - Three Sons of Princess Lilith De Lyria Von Draken Mistglen De Zorathian

  “KYAAAAH!” I gasped, startled, and looked up to see the one responsible. And there he was- Fenris. Along with Eamon and Idris.....

  Prince Fenris, with his brothers, Eamon and Idris, f an imposing triad arouhe hall’s dim light illumihe rich fabrics of their attire, casting an eerie glow on their figures, making the pace feel colder, darker. The walls—lined with grand tapestries of battles long past—seemed to absorb their presence, whisperis from a time when their aors had carved this kingdom from quest arayal.Prince Fenris The eldest of the three, Prince Fenris exudes an aura of malevolence, his very presence a harbinger of darkness. His golden hair cascades like molten gold, framing a face of hauntiy marred by eyes as cold and unfiving as the winter sky. Ruthless ambition fuels his every move, and his charm is a on hoo bend others to his will. His ughter is a chilling melody, revealing a twisted delight in the suffering of those he deems inferior. Luxana has lohe object of his obsession, a pawn in his quest for power, and he will stop at nothing to cim her as his own, even if it means sacrifig his own brothers oar of ambition. Prince Eamon The middle brother, Prince Eamon, is eclipsed by Fenris's domineering presence. His blond hair trasts starkly with the turmoil ing within, framing eyes of pink sapphire, their warmth extinguished by the bitter realities of his existence. Eamon is ed by his internal strife, weighed down by expectations and the suffog presence of his brothers. His love for Luxana, a secret harbored since childhood, is tainted by reseowards Fenris and his effortless charm. Eamon feels ensnared iwisted game, torween his desire for Luxana and the bonds of family. A tempest brews within him, born of vengeand a desperate longing to break free from the oppressive mantle of royalty. Prince Idris The you, Prince Idris, is a phantom of the night, his purple hair ahereal a atop a hauntingly beautiful face. His eyes, as blue as a moonlit ke, hold an iy that ules eveau of hearts. Embrag chaos as his birthright, Idris finds thrill in reckless pursuits, unafraid to pluo the abyss. To him, Luxana is not a person, but a symbol of unattainable freedom, a challeo be quered in his quest for liberation. Idris thrives in the shadows, delighting in the fear he inspires in others. Beh his fmboyaerior lies a keen mind, always scheming, always calg, with one burning desire – to shatter the s of royal expectations and taste the sweet ar of freedom, no matter the cost. The lives of Prince Fenris, Prince Eamon, and Prince Idris have always been shrouded in mystery, their characters indelibly shaped by their upbringing in their mother's enigmatigdom. As sons of Princess Lilith De Lyria Von Draken Mistglen De Zorathian, the 3rd e, their shared past remains a source of intrigue and specution, with questions surrounding the influeheir mother's legacy has had on their personalities. The brothers carry the weight of their royal lineage, forever marked by the looming shadow of their enigmatic heritage, inspiring unease and trepidation in those who cross their paths.As Fenris effortlessly lifted me into his arms, he rose to his full height, t over the still-squatting Cillian. His eyes, pierg and intense, locked onto Cillian with a gaze that could only be described as gcial. The air between them crackled with palpable tension, a silent battle of wills unfolding in the opulent hallway of the Imperial Sun Pabsp;Fenris's face, typically an impassive mask, now bore an expression of barely cealed pt. His jaw ched, the muscles along his ightening as he stared down at Cillian. The disparity in their positions—Fenris standing tall and proud while Cillian remained low to the ground—seemed to underscore the power dynamic at py. Cillian rose to his feet with a calm, posed demeanor. His face remained expressionless, betraying no hint of shock or surprise at the sudden turn of events. The air crackled with tension as not only Fenris but also his brothers, Eamon and Idris, fixed their steely gazes upon Cillian. I remained motionless in Fenris's arms, feeling like a delicate bird trapped in an ornate cage. The world around me seemed to slow, eaent stretg iernity as I observed the silent frontation unfolding before me. Cillian broke the taut silence, his voice low and measured. ""Ah, what a delightful surprise to see such esteemed individuals grag us with their presence agaio partake i another rather insequential task, as is their usual ." (Meaning: "Well, well, who do we have here? Seems like some worthless punks have appeared for some randomass bullshitted work, as usual.") Fenris's grip oightened imperceptibly as he responded, his tone gcial. "Your charm doesn't ceases to amaze, for your utmostly kind information. While we may be here for what you deem insequential, I assure you that even the smallest as wield great power. Perhaps you should not uimate us." As the exge tinued, my mind raced. Oh great, here we go again! Just what we needed—our standard male lead squaring off against the female lead's bros. Because nothing says "romantision" like a bunch of guys flexing their egos over one girl! Cssicly cliché! But, of course, the fate of the world (or at least the female lead's hand) depends on who flex their muscles the hardest. I mused, not to mention how I found myself paralyzed by the iy of the moment. Eamon stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Cillian. "Indeed, it's often the uimated that prove to be the most formidable. We may not fit your notion of significe, but remember, every legend has its humble beginnings. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we will be taking our leave. We trust you won’t interfere with our departure." A ghost of a smile pyed at the ers of Cillian's lips. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of family matters. By all means, gentlemen." I caught a final glimpse of Cillian over Fenris's shoulder. He stood alone in the hallway, his figure growing smaller with each step, yet his presence seemed to linger like a shadow in my mind. Without another word, the brothers turned in unison, carryiowards the pace exit. As roached the waiting carriage. The carriage door opened, and I was gently pced inside. As it lurched into motion, I found myself swept away from the Imperial Sun Pace, leaving behind a maelstrom of unanswered questions and unspoken truths, like always.-Hallway; Imperial Sun Pace; Elmir- In the opulent hallways of the Imperial Sun Pa Elmir, a se of intrigue and tension unfolds. The air is thick with the weight of ret events, and the ornate walls seem to whisper secrets of power arayal. Cillian, a figure of authority and ing, stands motionless for a moment, his mind ing with thoughts of political maations. The Dominions, it seems, have found a way to suppress Elmir, but this setbaly serves to fuel Cillian's determination. With a graceful pivot, Cillian breaks his statuesque pose and takes a deliberate step forward. His voice, rich with fidend a hint of defiance, echoes through the corridor as he decres, "But, that doesn't mean the game's over." The words hang in the air, a challeo unseen adversaries. A shadow shifted at the edge of his vision as Ian, his sed-in-and, emerged from the dimness behind him. Unlike Cillian’s stoic presence, Ian’s gaze was sharp, stantly assessing, ready to adapt at a moment's notice. “So, what’s our ask?” he asked, his tone measured, his eyes fixed on Cillian, waiting for a dire. Cillian paused, a thoughtful hum esg his lips as he folded his arms, gng sidelong towards the grand doors that led deeper into the pace. “Hmm… depends on the Emperor’s wishes.” There was a hint of unease in his voice—Cillian was known for his fidence, yet even he held a cautious respect when speaking of the Emperor, whose merciless hand dictated the fates of even the bravest in the realm. From farther back, a familiar voice broke through Cillian’s thoughts. It was Kyrll, his childhood friend and the only one who could speak freely to him without fear. “You don’t suppose we meet him, do you?” Kyrll’s tone was tinged with wry humor, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of genuine . Even he khe risks associated with fronting the Emperor under such circumstances. Cillian snorted, his ugh a harsh sound that echoed down the empty hall. “Meet him?” He scoffed, shaking his head, an amused yet dark smirk pying on his lips. “Not even a coccidia would think of crossing paths with him after such a disgrace.” His tourned serious, his words weighted with truth, as he strode forward, leaving Ian and Kyrll to follow in his wake. The Emperor was a figure both revered and feared, a man who tolerated no failure and accepted no excuses. And after what had happened with Elmir, seeking an audieh him was as close to a death wish as one could get. As Cillian strides away, his footsteps eg off the polished floors, the tension in the air is palpable. The hallway, once a symbol of imperial might, now feels like a chessboard where every move could lead to triumph or disaster. The three figures, bound by loyalty and ambition, disappear into the depths of the pace, leaving behind only the whispers of their versation and the promise of more intrigue to e.To be tinued...