The Almighty Dominance

Alex took a slow breath and sipped his wine. "Can I ask you something?"

Logan chuckled, refilling his glass from the bottle he pulled from his space ring. "Sure, anything. We've got all night."

"Between your family's revenge and the comfortable life you've built here," Alex asked, "which one really matters more?"

He wasn't asking out of curiosity-it was personal.

He was a king now. He could live peacefully, without the ghosts of old grudges.

He'd been too young to remember his parents, too young to truly feel the bond everyone said he'd lost.

He had to admit—his bond with his master ran deeper than blood, deeper than anything he had ever felt for his own parents.

And now that he sat on the throne, he sometimes wondered if it was better to bury the past-to stop chasing vengeance and start living.

Logan laughed again, louder this time, then leaned forward and poured more wine into Alex's cup.

"Good question. A damn good question."

He stared into the crimson swirl of his glass, eyes softening.

"I've thought about that for a long time," he said quietly. "My family have a big estate back in Prussia-bigger than most people can imagine."

"But it's empty. No laughter. No voices. Just walls and echoes. Here, I live in a small house, but it's full. My wife, my kids, people who matter."

He looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "So if you asked me now, I'd say this life is better. I'd rather stay here, in this poor country, where I'm happy and well-fed, than go back to that hollow palace."

"But if there's a way to get my revenge-without losing all this-I'd take it."

Alex nodded slowly. He understood. Maybe he felt the same. Maybe he too wanted to forget revenge, rule in peace, and finally breathe.

"Next question," Alex said after a pause. "You've had... what, dozens of wives? Hundreds of mistresses? Out of all of them, how many did you actually love?"

Logan froze. His eyes flickered with something raw.

He took another drink-long, heavy, deliberate. Then he sighed, as if the answer had been buried inside him for years, waiting to crawl out.

"I've loved hundreds-all of them," Logan said with a faint smile, though his eyes carried a tired ache.

Alex whistled. "That's impressive."

Logan muttered. "Out of hundreds, only

grinned. "So you're running a romantic

My heart's bankrupt, but at least the interest is

pity me?" he snapped,

you young men don't get it. A lot of beautiful women look at me like I'm dessert-like I'm their sugar daddy. I've got money. I've got

my side-for my money, for my power, for a life with fewer teeth marks.

hundreds of people, yet not one truly loves us." Alex let out a long breath. He knew that feeling all too well. When he first became king, women from every state had surrounded him-smiling, bowing, trying to

not him. No one had ever loved the man beneath the crown. That was why he'd walked away—not as

still, even after leaving everything behind and living as himself,

he had once, maybe twice. Sophia hadn't worked out. And Josephine... she'd loved Charles.

worn. "I'm old now. My children have grown up here. I never told them about my Prussian

want revenge anymore. But if I were

"Why?" Alex asked.

see things you'll never see here," Logan

wars they don't fight

fight with machines,

They build ships leave

space You'd

their best-with your

straightened up, pride glowing in his voice. "Even if you're a king, you're still just the king of the poorest country on earth. A big fish in a small, dry

what the world really

gave him a dry

"Oh? And?"

"She married my enemy."

chuckled. "That's how you know she

and grinned, his tone deep and honest. "That's the romance of being a man. You fight, you fall, you

hit your limits.

his words cutting through the air. "But you can only do that while you're young. When you're old, regret hits like a

left home, why you never saw the world when you had the chance. That's

lost in thought. Then something in him shifted-like a light breaking through fog. His

pure clarity filled his

frees the heart, heaven and man

through him. The energy inside that had been coiled and restrained suddenly expanded, no longer afraid, no