Yena watched Kai with a fierce, burning admiration, her amber eyes glowing with a consuming pride as the Corsair marines dragged the weeping enforcer away to begin his new, highly mundane life in the recycling wards.
The Winter King was not just conquering a galaxy; he was completely rewriting its fundamental morality, and she knew with flawless certainty that the paradise they were building would remain completely unbroken for eternity.
"Bring the next prisoner forward, Admiral," Kai instructed smoothly, his voice echoing perfectly across the vaulted ceilings as he settled back into his starlight throne, completely unbothered by the heavy emotional weight of the proceedings.
Malakor offered a sharp salute before gesturing to his guards, and a heavily built, deeply arrogant man was shoved roughly to the front of the dais, his heavy alloy chains clanking loudly against the polished pale Sylfen wood.
