He leaned back, arms crossed, sharp eyes unfocused as strategies unfolded within his mind. House Obsidian—a powerful force, yes. But his father's reckless path would soon turn them into enemies. Drakon knew better than to think his father's pride wouldn't lead the empire straight into ruin.
Drakos was blinded by arrogance, ready to pick a fight the empire couldn't afford to lose something that would leave the empire in shambles and ultimately fall. But Drakon wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't. Even if it meant going against his father.
"Where's the young duke?" Drakon's voice cut through the silence, directed at the older woman.
"Still at his estate, Your Highness," she responded swiftly. "However, it might prove difficult to meet him as soon as planned. The Human Emperor has summoned him for an audience."
