Chapter 717 His Rule Will End

Chapter 717 His Rule Will End

In the dark light of a secluded chamber, tucked away in the ancient caverns beneath the Draconis Kingdom, shadows danced along stone walls etched with dark magic. Flickering torches illuminated the narrow, winding path that Lysandra walked, her steps echoing softly as she moved with regal, calculated grace.

Her silvery-lavender hair flowed like a river of twilight down her back, casting a shimmering contrast against the dark crimson of her gown, which hugged her curvaceous figure with an elegance as menacing as it was alluring. Behind her trailed Rhygar, his gaze fixed on her with a fervor that would send chills down the spine of any other woman, but she paid him no heed, her focus entirely on the gathering ahead.

She had no choice but to entertain his presence since he was the one who acted as the middleman to bring over all these leaders to this place without making Drakar suspicious while hiding her involvement.

As Lysandra entered the room, her dark silver wings unfurled just slightly, casting a shadow that fell over the assembled leaders of the vassal kingdoms and tribes. She held their attention instantly, a menacing beauty whose presence demanded reverence.

Her fiery-dark red eyes swept over the gathering, and she could feel their apprehension, curiosity, and a quiet, simmering hope. These leaders had come despite the risks, lured by the possibility of change—of escape from Drakar's ruthless and cruel rule.

One of the leaders, a grizzled chieftain with jagged scars tracing his face, cleared his throat, his voice low and wary, "Queen Lysandra, we are honored to be in your presence. But I must ask—what makes you think Drakar's wrath will not descend upon us for even entertaining such... whispers of rebellion?"

Lysandra's cold eyes narrowed with a hint of reassurance, "Because Drakar's wrath is but a shadow that clouds your sight. He rules us all by instilling fear, making you believe that there is no choice but to cower and obey." Her gaze traveled over each of them, her voice as smooth as silk, yet laced with a steely edge, "But fear is a fickle weapon, one that loses its bite when you realize that you are not alone. Together, we can stand against him and forge a path of peace and security—for your people, for yourselves."

The chieftain's eyes flickered with a spark of intrigue, and he leaned forward, "And what do you offer us in return, my queen? What assurance do we have that this peace you speak of is not just a means to replace one tyrant with another?"

Rhygar, who had been lingering silently, took a step forward, his gaze fierce. "Watch your tongue! You address the Queen Consort—"

Lysandra raised a graceful hand, silencing Rhygar with a glance, "Let them speak," she said in a low yet firm voice, though her tone brooked no argument.

Once the others had dispersed, Rhygar turned to his mother, his eyes gleaming with feverish pride, "Mother, I did well, right? Looks like I was able to help you gain their support, just like you wanted."

Lysandra nodded slowly, a glint of appreciation in her dark eyes, "Yes, you did well, Rhygar. I can't thank you enough. What you're doing will help change the future of our kingdom for the better. But we're far from resting. We'll need to plan every move to make sure we don't lose the civil war when it finally begins."

Rhygar's face lit up with excitement, "Don't worry about it, Mother. Father will never see us coming. Once we take him by surprise, even with his strongest men, he won't have time to react. He's already distracted, setting up those death embrace arrays—devils know why."

Lysandra's gaze grew distant, a shadow of thought crossing her features. Rhygar continued with a scoff, his tone laced with disdain, "And the way you fooled those unworthy dogs who came here...talking about peace and security! You know how to tempt them with words; I'll give you that, Mother. I can't wait to see their faces when you claim the throne, forcing every one of them to kneel before you. Together, we'll rule the kingdom better than Father or even our ancestors. We'll be the strongest in history."

Lysandra briefly nodded, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, "I need to return before your father suspects anything." She moved to leave, her gown flowing behind her in dark, silken waves.

"Wait, Mother," Rhygar's voice was strained, his tone sharper than before. She stopped, turning slowly to face him, her expression guarded.

For a moment, a shadow of bitterness twisted his face, his jaw clenched, "I know you still leave the kingdom occasionally...to go somewhere else. Those trips were to meet him, weren't they? That alien bastard?"

Lysandra's gaze darkened, her brow furrowing, "You know I have no choice in that."

Rhygar's fists tightened, his voice low and venomous, "But do you really have to? Can't you just fool Father somehow, make him think you're still in touch with him? I hate that he even breathes the same air as you...let alone...defiles you with his touch."

Her face softened ever so slightly, a hint of loathing flickering in her eyes, "Believe me, son, I hate it as much as you do. But it won't be long. I'm lowering his guard for a reason. When the time comes, I'll finish him myself, once and for all. Then, neither of us will have anything to worry about. This world will be ours."

Rhygar's eyes gleamed with a strained smile, his voice almost a whisper, "You're right...Mother. I'll endure it somehow, just a little longer, and then we'll be rid of him for good."

Lysandra gave him a brief nod before turning to leave, her expression returning to its cold nature as she walked down the dim corridor. Her thoughts turned toward meeting Asher now that she had to let him know of some things.