The Nobles Revolt

Gathered in the grand hall of Thulsar's castle, the kingdom's nobles awaited the ceremony. The royal guards who were sworn to defend the King, were paid and completely captured by the noble's plan to kill both the king and his daughter. Most of the nobles present were in on the plan along with the royal guards present, only a few would be on the King and his daughter's side, alongside Daimon.

The nobles looked at him in disdain, as they saw him as a threat to their influence within the Kingdom. Over these 10 years, the King has done numerous things against the nobles' wishes, making the royal family stronger in the process. This not only angered the nobles, but also the royal guard who were all nobility as well.

The hall was adorned with banners carrying the symbols of the two houses ready to unite, while the scent of exotic flowers filled the air.

As per tradition, Princess Elara faced her betrothed just beyond the foot of the dais, a frown visible on her face. Her dress was an example of the amazing artistry that Thulsar had.

Crafted with the finest silks and embroidered with threads of gold, the dress captured all the light in the room. Yet despite her radiant appearance, Elara looked disappointed. She glanced at Daimon, who was standing amongst the crowd as the King's special guest.

She wanted to reach her hand out towards him, but her duty as the Princess and future Queen compelled her not to. Taking her father's hand, she was escorted up the steps where her betrothed, Alden, stood, his eyes glinting with an ambition that didn't sit well with her.

Within vicinity of the hall, 100 Immortals stood at the ready for when everything kicked off. He had also controlled a few of the guards to use them as pawns against the nobles and the other royal guards. He watched as they discreetly positioned themselves near pillars and behind tapestries, ready for what was to come.

As the ceremony reached its peak and the bride and the groom were asked for their vows, Daimon felt the malice in the room increase. Elara looked at him one last time, an unsaid plea filling her eyes before she turned her attention back to her soon-to-be husband.

"I vow…" But before she could finish her sentence, Alden had drawn his blade. "The reign of corruption ends today!" he shouted. From the entrance of the hall, Prince Terenor, who had discreetly stepped out of the room had returned with the royal guards, their weapons aimed at the king.

"Father!" he shouted. "Your reign ends here," The nobles joined in, taking the side of the prince, leaving a few of them surprised at what was going on. 'A coup'

Prince Terenor, who was a Mystic, had rushed his sister, planning to knock her out. However, he was unprepared for her actions. She used the Force to push Alden into the wall, before blocking her brother's attack with a Force shield.

He was taken aback by what she just did as it was known that she could not wield the powers of a Mystic, yet here she was. Her training was kept secret from almost everybody, besides Daimon, Sera, Cortana, and the King himself.

Seeing his attack blocked, he gave the order for the guards to move in. At the same time, Daimon had the guards under his control start attacking the other guards. A gunfight had broken out within the hall as people ducked into cover to avoid being hit.

King Talmaril himself was hiding behind cover, not able to believe what was happening right now. Then as if time had frozen, the royal guards stopped moving. This sudden quietness caused the nobles to peek out from behind cover to see what was going on.

Looking around, they saw the royal guards who were on their side, frozen in place. "What the hell is this!" yelled one noble as he didn't know what was going on.

This caused Prince Terenor and Princess Elara to stop their fight and see what was going on. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Even Princess Elara, who had trained with Daimon, didn't know that he was the one responsible for this.

Daimon himself had walked to the center of the room, causing all nobles to stare at him. "This was quite interesting, I must say. I would say I've never seen nobles so willing to overthrow their king so easily, but I would be lying if I did."

Prince Terenor started to walk towards Daimon, "What the Hell are you talking about, your damn trash!" he yelled. Not even a second later, his body collapsed into the floor as if he was carrying 100 tons on his back. Daimon had forced his entire body into the ground.

Seconds later, the walls of the grand hall were broken open as the 100 Immortals stormed the hall, forming a perimeter. "Now," started Daimon, raising his voice for all to hear, "I think it's time to end this little farce." he motioned for the Immortals to arrest the nobles who sided with the prince, while he turned to the king.

But, when he turned around, what he saw was King Talmaril lying on the floor, struck by a stray shot from the firefight before. Elara rushed to her father as tears ran down her cheeks. Daimon rushed to the King's side as well, prepared to heal him, however, he raised his hand signaling Daimon to stop.

He placed his hand on his daughter's face, wiping away the tears, "It's okay, Elara. We both knew this time was coming, though I would have much rather waited a few more years." he said chuckling as his life began to slip away.

"No Father! you can't die, not now!" Elara sobbed, gripping his hand tightly. "I still need you!"

King Talmaril smiled weakly. "You have always been stronger than you think, my daughter. And now, you must be strong for our people." His fingers trembled as he reached for Daimon.

"Protect her. Guide her. And don't let her make the same mistakes I did throughout my life." he weakly stated. "She is Thulsar's last hope."

Daimon placed his hand on the King's chest giving the King some comfort and easing the pain in his final moments. "You have my word King Talmaril, now rest."

With a final breath, King Talmaril's hand fell limp, his soul leaving his body and going into the Cosmic. Elara couldn't handle the sight and had buried her face in her father's chest. The hall fell silent, with the nobles who stayed loyal, paying their respects to the King.

Daimon placed his hand on Elara's back, offering her some comfort as she mourned her father. It was a devastating moment for Elara as she lost her father, the most powerful nobles betrayed the royal family, and her brother tried to commit treason.

The man who had fought to keep their kingdom afloat, despite the nobles' scheming, was gone. And now, she was Queen.

Daimon slowly rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He surveyed the hall, nobles restrained by the Immortals, the royal guards still frozen, and Prince Terenor struggling to move, his body still weighed down by Daimon's force.

He turned to the assembled nobles, with a look that terrified every single noble present. "Your King is dead. You, who have conspired against him, who have bled this kingdom dry with your greed, will answer for your betrayal."

Terenor, gritting his teeth against the weight pressing him into the ground, snapped back, "You… you wretched outsider! This kingdom belongs to its nobility, not some foreign puppet and his harlot queen!"

Daimon shook his head at what the prince said. His mind was too far captured by the idea that the nobles should have more power than the King himself.

Elara rose at what he said, her sorrow quickly hardening into anger. Her eyes locked onto her brother. "You are no prince of Thulsar," she declared. "You are a traitor. And your crimes will not go unanswered."

Daimon lifted his hand, and the pressure increased. Terenor screamed as the force crushed him deeper into the floor, cracks forming beneath his body. "Your arrogance ends here," Daimon said coldly.

Elara placed a hand on Daimon's arm, stopping him. "No," she said. "Let him face judgment properly." She turned to the nobles. "All who conspired against my father will be tried for treason. Those found guilty will be executed."

Daimon released his hold on the Prince and placed a hand on her shoulder, whispering for only her to hear. "The path ahead will not be easy."

She looked up at him, "I know," she said. "But I won't fail. Not again. Will you help me?" she asked.

Daimon smiled, "Let's begin,"

With that, the nobles who took the side of the prince were carried away to the castle's dungeon, while the others were confined to the castle and would be placed under investigation for the time being. They weren't arrested because Daimon knew that these nobles were not the ones who conspired and were innocent. But it would take more than words to convince them, so he let Elara do her investigation.

An announcement was made throughout the kingdom, and the Elara was officially crowned as the new Queen of the Kingdom. It was at this time that Daimon decided to have a serious conversation with her.

After being crowned, she brought Daimon to a private place and two sat across from each other. "It's time, I reveal my purpose for being here," he started immediately grabbing her attention. She knew he was not from this world, but he never went into details about where he came from.

"I originally came here, in order to make peaceful contact with this world, meet the locals, and hopefully integrate them into my empire." he began to explain. "But seeing the state of things, I have decided to speed up that integration part. 5 years from now, I will begin a campaign across this planet to unite all the Kingdoms and elevate the people to a new era of prosperity.

I am telling you this because, I have decided to make the Kingdom of Thulsar the main power behind this campaign and unite the world under their banner and then integrate your royal house with my own." Surprised, Elara took a moment to process Daimon's words. "You wish to unite the kingdoms..." her voice trembling, she paused and looked into his eyes, "...under our banner? Integrate our royal house with yours?"

"Yes," Daimon affirmed. "You have already proven yourself to be capable; your strength of character is exactly what this world needs in order to flourish."

Elara blinked rapidly, taking in his words and the enormous responsibility that came with them. She hesitated; her heart pounded in her chest as she grappled with the reality of what Daimon had proposed. "But Daimon… my brother opposed you openly, traitorous nobles still resent us, much of the kingdom is in turmoil. There are many who would see this campaign as a form of conquest, as the act of a foreign usurper."

Daimon listened calmly before responding, "They will see it as conquest because they fear change. They cling to their illusion of control, believing that power belongs only to those who hoard it. But true power, Elara, is not in titles, nor in ancient bloodlines, it is in the will to forge a better future."

He leaned forward, "Your father understood this. He fought against the corruption of your nobles in his final years, not to enrich himself, but to make the kingdom stronger. And what was their response? Betrayal. Murder. They wanted power, but none of them sought true prosperity."

Elara clenched her fists, her father's lifeless face still burned into her mind. "And you claim you can bring prosperity? That you can unite not just this kingdom, but the world?" Her voice was laced with both skepticism and hope.

Daimon nodded. "Yes. And I will do it. But not through empty promises or the feeble rule of squabbling nobles. People do not care for their politics. They care for food in their bellies, for safe streets, for a future where their children do not have to serve the whims of self-indulgent aristocrats. That is what true rule is, guiding a people toward a future where they thrive, not just survive."

Elara exhaled slowly, thoughts circulating through her head. "And what of the other kingdoms? They will not simply bow. They have their own kings, their own rulers who will see this as a threat."

Daimon's expression did not change. "Some will resist. Others will see reason. Those who fight for their people, who truly seek to better their lands, will find an ally in me. But those who would rather bleed their nations dry for their own gain?" His eyes darkened. "I will end them."

There it is, she had finally seen just how authoritative he could be. Before she was unsure if he was an emperor or not, but now after seeing his seriousness, there was no doubt in her mind. She had seen his power firsthand. His control over the fight that broke out in the hall, the way he had single-handedly brought nobles and warriors to their knees. He was not just another ruler. He was something else entirely.

Still, she hesitated. "And what of me?" she asked softly. "You say you will integrate my house with yours. What does that mean?"

Daimon's gaze softened. "It means you will not stand alone, Elara. You will not have to fight endless battles against traitors and vultures while your kingdom crumbles around you. It means that when you speak, your words will carry not just the authority of Thulsar, but my authority as well."

She swallowed. "Your Authority…"

He nodded. "I did not come to this world simply to observe. I came to uplift it. But I do not wish to rule it without representation. I want a leader by my side, someone who understands the struggle of her people, who has bled for them, who has lost for them, and yet still stands."

A long silence stretched between them. Elara looked away, her mind filled with thoughts of her father, her kingdom, and the future that Daimon promised.

Finally, she met his gaze, her voice steady. "If I do this… If I stand with you… Then I will rule not as a puppet, but as a queen. Not just of Thulsar, but of a new world."

Daimon smiled. "Not just a queen, Elara. A legend."

She took a few moments to think before she came to a decision. "Okay I will join you on this path if you will have me." she said, slightly bowing her head.

"Very good, the world is already heading in the right direction." replied Daimon.

"But…" she started. "Does that mean that we…will… get married?" she asked with a flushed face.

"In a way, because of my position, I cannot take you as a wife, but as a Concubine you would hold a position as important and as powerful as a queen in my empire."

Elara's face flushed an even deeper shade of red at his words, but she nodded, understanding the implication of his statement. But she was yet to understand just how lucky she was to be united with a being as powerful and complex as Daimon.