Ethan Carter – Supreme Chancellor
The call from Chris came at an odd hour. Past midnight.
I had just finished overseeing the security restructuring when my private line buzzed. Only one person had access to that number.
Chris.
I answered immediately. "Your Majesty."
His voice came through, calm yet carrying an undertone of something I hadn't heard from him before—restlessness.
"Ethan, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
A short silence. Then, his next words caught me off guard.
"Find me a woman."
I frowned slightly, straightening in my seat. "A woman?"
"Yes." His tone was firm. "Someone to satisfy my urges. But be discreet. Skylar must never know."
I inhaled slowly, weighing my response. This wasn't a request I had expected from him.
Chris had always been composed, controlled. Even during his years in hiding, he never slipped, never made unnecessary moves. This was different.
The Implications
I could handle it. That wasn't the issue. The issue was the risk.
If word got out—if Skylar even suspected—it could destabilize everything.
"Your Majesty," I said carefully, "are you certain about this? If Skylar—"
"I didn't ask for your opinion, Ethan." His voice sharpened. "I gave you an order."
Silence stretched between us.
Then, I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Understood."
Chris exhaled. "Make sure she's… suitable. And trustworthy. I don't need complications."
"I'll handle it."
The line went dead.
I sat there for a moment, fingers tapping against the desk.
Chris was a man of precision. If he wanted this, there was a reason. But what?
A lapse in control? A way to test his power? Or something deeper?
One thing was certain—this could change everything.