In the grand hall of the Fleur Empire, light filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. The Emperor of Fleur, a man known for his piercing blue eyes and cold demeanor, sat upon his gilded throne, drumming his fingers against the armrest.
Before him stood his most trusted spy, cloaked in black. The figure kneeled, bowing low as they delivered the latest report.
"The young Duke Atlas has been sighted in the kingdom, frequently visiting the youngest son of the Duke of Mondell. The boy appears to have manifested Guide abilities."
The Emperor's gaze hardened. "So, the Mondell family is even more blessed than the rumors suggest," he mused. "But what of Atlas? Has there been any sign of him displaying the family's true power?"
The spy's voice remained steady. "There have been no open demonstrations, Your Majesty, but our sources indicate that the connection between him and the Mondell boy is growing stronger. Their compatibility could be advantageous... or disastrous."
The Emperor's eyes flickered with a dangerous glint. "I knew his mother would not stay hidden forever. Her son was bound to awaken, and now, it seems he is being drawn toward those who would protect him." He leaned back, a contemplative smirk curling at his lips. "We cannot let that happen."
The spy hesitated. "Shall I proceed with... additional measures, Your Majesty?"
"Not yet. Let them grow comfortable, lulled into a false sense of security," the Emperor commanded. "But watch them closely. If Atlas steps out of line, or if the Mondell boy becomes more than a mere nuisance, we will remind them what happens when one opposes the will of the Fleur Empire."
As the spy departed, the Emperor's expression darkened, a cold resolve settling in his eyes. The game was about to begin, and the stakes had never been higher.