Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Aiden’s Move

The flames of the hearth flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced across the walls of Lirael’s study. Her frustration was palpable as she stared at the parchment before her, the ink still wet but the words already etched in her mind. Despite her best efforts, the Celestial Court’s relentless games had left her boxed in, with every countermove seeming to spawn two new threats. She couldn’t let them see her falter. Not now. Not ever.

With a resigned sigh, she called for her shadowmancer, a lithe figure who appeared from the darkened corner of the room as though born of the very shadows themselves. The shadowmancer bowed deeply, awaiting instructions.

“Take this,” Lirael said, holding out the sealed letter. Her voice was firm, but a trace of urgency threaded through her words. “Ensure it reaches him swiftly and without incident.”

The shadowmancer accepted the letter without question, vanishing as suddenly as they had appeared. The air in the study grew heavier in their absence, and Lirael found herself staring into the darkness as if willing the message to reach its intended recipient.

Far from the kingdom, Aiden stood at the heart of his domain, a towering fortress of secrets and power. His name carried weight here—not as a consort or companion, but as a figure of unyielding strength and cunning. The glowing orbs lining the chamber cast a pale light on the room, reflecting off the polished stone walls. He was engrossed in maps and documents when a ripple in the air announced the arrival of the shadowmancer.

Aiden turned as the figure materialized, handing him the letter. Breaking the seal, he read the message quickly, his eyes narrowing. The faint flicker of a frown crossed his face as he folded the parchment neatly and set it aside.

“So, they’ve forced her hand,” he murmured, his voice low but steady. He leaned back, fingers drumming lightly against the arm of his chair. He had hoped Lirael could hold them off longer. She was strong, resourceful—but even she had limits, and it seemed the Court had found them.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he rose. His decision was made before the thought had fully formed. “She needs me,” he said to himself, a quiet resolve in his tone. And when Lirael needed him, there was no question of his answer.

The forest was alive with the quiet hum of night, the trees swaying in a soft breeze that carried whispers of ancient secrets. Aiden moved silently through the overgrowth, his figure blending seamlessly into the shadows. The temple ahead came into view, its crumbling facade veiled in ivy and moonlight.

Inside, Lirael waited. She stood in the temple’s main chamber, her posture straight but her exhaustion evident in the tension of her shoulders. The weight of the kingdom’s troubles had worn her down, but her resolve remained unbroken. The sound of footsteps made her turn, and relief swept across her face as she saw Aiden step into the faint light.

“You came,” she said softly, her voice carrying both gratitude and weariness.

“Always,” he replied, his presence filling the space with an unshakable steadiness. He closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his gaze searching hers. “Tell me everything.”

Lirael didn’t hold back. The words spilled out of her in a flood as she described the Court’s maneuverings—the insidious rumors, the trade disruptions, the thinly veiled threats. Elyara’s name came up more than once, each mention dripping with the venom of frustration.

“They’re relentless,” she said, her voice hardening as she paced the room. “No matter what I try, they find another way to undermine us. If I expose their deceit, they spread rumors. If I counter their moves, they shift tactics. It’s like trying to strike down smoke.” She stopped and turned to him, her eyes reflecting her desperation. “And if I falter for even a moment…”

Aiden stepped forward, his calm presence anchoring her storm. “Then we won’t let you falter,” he said simply. His tone carried no doubt, no hesitation—only a promise.

He took a moment, considering everything she had said. His mind worked quickly, piecing together the Court’s likely plans and weaknesses.

“They’re testing you,” he said finally. “Pushing to see where the cracks are. Elyara’s playing a long game, hoping you’ll lose the trust of your people or exhaust your resources trying to keep up with her schemes.”

Lirael nodded, her exhaustion giving way to determination. “Then what do we do?”

Aiden’s gaze sharpened. “We make them regret underestimating you.”

The plan took shape quickly. Aiden’s voice was steady as he outlined a strategy that blended his organization’s resources with the kingdom’s strengths.

“First,” he began, “we gather intelligence. If we know what Elyara’s next move is, we can counter it before it gains traction. I’ll have my people on it immediately.”

Lirael nodded, her confidence in him unwavering. “And the trade routes?”

“We work with allies outside the Court’s reach. Independent merchants and factions who would benefit from our protection. Let them see that we’re not isolated, that we have options.”

“And the rumors?” she asked, her voice edged with anger. “They’re poisoning the court, turning even some of my allies against me.”

Aiden’s expression darkened. “We’ll deal with them decisively. Leave that to me.”

As the conversation continued, the weight on Lirael’s shoulders seemed to lessen. For the first time in weeks, she felt as though she wasn’t fighting alone.

The temple grew quieter as their plans solidified. Lirael turned to Aiden, her eyes softening as she studied him.

“I hated calling you away from your work,” she admitted. “But I didn’t know who else I could trust.”

Aiden stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “You never have to explain. I’m here because I choose to be. Whatever the Court throws at us, we’ll face it. Together.”

Lirael’s lips curved into a faint smile, the tension in her expression easing. “Together.”

For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. In the dim light of the temple, their bond was unshakable—a silent testament to the trust they shared. And though the challenges ahead were daunting, they knew one thing for certain: the Celestial Court had underestimated them. And that would be its undoing.

***

As dawn began to break, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting fragmented beams into the ancient temple. Aiden and Lirael stood in quiet contemplation, their plans laid but the road ahead steeped in uncertainty.

“We have time,” Aiden said, his voice calm but resolute. “Not much, but enough to make the first move.”

“I will make sure they pay for what they had done to you”

Lirael glanced at him, a faint frown touching her lips. “It won’t be easy. Elyara has eyes everywhere. If we act too boldly, they’ll know we’re up to something.”

“That’s why we’ll start in the shadows,” Aiden replied, his tone carrying the weight of certainty. “I’ll mobilize my operatives to sow discord among the Court’s allies. If we divide their focus, it will buy you time to secure your position here.”

“My people they are master in it anyway” he chuckled.

Lirael tilted her head, considering his words. “And the trade routes? Without reliable supplies, the kingdom’s economy will falter. It’s what they’re counting on.”

“you are right, without trading your kingdom will keep going down and down and then you would have to ask for their help, But now that I am here, how could I let it happen” he said.

Aiden reached into the folds of his cloak, pulling out a small, shimmering emblem marked with intricate runes. He handed it to her. “This is from one of my contacts—a merchant guild not aligned with the Court. They specialize in navigating contested territories. It won’t be cheap, but they value discretion above all else.”

Lirael turned the emblem over in her hands, her eyes narrowing in thought. “They’ll want assurances. Something tangible.”

“They’ll have it,” Aiden assured her. “I’ll send word through my network. By the time their envoys arrive, they’ll already know the deal is worth their while.”

Lirael nodded, slipping the emblem into a pocket hidden within her cloak. “If this works…” She trailed off, her gaze distant.

“It will work,” Aiden interjected firmly. “But there’s one more thing. We need to address the rumors directly. If left unchecked, they’ll erode the trust of your court.”

Lirael’s expression hardened. “I’ve tried, Aiden. Public statements, denials—they twist everything I say.”

“That’s because you’re fighting on their terms,” Aiden said. “Let me handle it. I have ways of rooting out dissent and silencing it without making it obvious.”

For a moment, Lirael hesitated. Her natural inclination was to keep her struggles within her own grasp, but she knew this battle required more than her strength alone. “Fine,” she said at last. “But I want to know everything you find. If there are traitors among my court, I need to see their faces.”

Aiden nodded, his expression unreadable. “You will.”