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Alexander's Magnificent Plan

The sun timidly peeked over the horizon, casting a soft pink and gold glow across the waking world. My peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by Alexander's voice, cutting through the quiet.

"Adeline, my love," he murmured, urgency lining his tone.

"You must dress quickly."

I blinked away the remnants of sleep, focusing on his face as the gentle morning light filtered through the windows.

"Nyx sets sail today," he continued, his voice carrying the weight of the day’s significance.

“The council is convened.”

“Your presence is required in the throne room.”

With a brief, tender kiss on my forehead, he turned and left, leaving behind a sense of purpose that stirred within me. Still groggy, I rose from bed and hurried to prepare. I selected my most regal gown, its silks and velvets draping over me whispered of ancient elegance. Daphne, my ever-faithful lady-in-waiting, stood ready, expertly fastening clasps and laces, ensuring every fold and seam was perfect.

I stood before the mirror as she tightened my corset, cinching it with practiced precision. The discomfort was sharp, but I endured it silently—today, every detail had to be flawless. I finished dressing.

When I entered, the air was thick with tension. Alexander, resplendent on his throne, radiated authority, his sharp gaze assessing every person present. Nyx stood tall by his side, his mere presence filling the room with strength and determination. His eyes met Alexander’s in a silent exchange of mutual respect forged through years of loyalty.

Among the council, Matthew stood out, regal and unwavering, his loyalty evident. Beside him, Cecelia’s grace was as poised as ever. I moved towards the throne, the hall falling into silence as all eyes turned to me. The weight of their stares bore down on me, but I offered a graceful curtsy to Alexander, acknowledging his authority before taking my seat beside him.

I sat down on my throne beside Alexander. Alexander's voice broke the silence with commanding authority.

"Esteemed council members and honored guests," he began, his voice resonating through the hall, "we are gathered here today for a momentous occasion."

His words hung in the air, laden with importance as everyone waited for what would follow.

“I have acquired new knowledge regarding a private island owned by Lodamir,” Alexander continued, his tone steady.

"It is now under my control, and I am pleased to announce that this island is a gift to my beloved wife, Adeline."

A collective gasp rippled through the room, murmurs of surprise and speculation echoing in the chamber. This had not been discussed with the council, yet Alexander pressed forward, undeterred.

"Nyx will lead an expedition to the island," he declared with conviction.

"Accompanying him will be Matthew and his family."

The news of Matthew's involvement deepened the significance. His expertise would be vital in transforming the island into a prosperous asset for our kingdom.

"Matthew has graciously agreed to take up residence on the island, dedicating his skills and knowledge to its development and transformation into a thriving asset for our kingdom.”

Excitement and curiosity mixed with uncertainty among the council, yet Alexander's leadership inspired confidence. After dismissing the councilmen, Alexander addressed Nyx and Matthew directly, his tone authoritative.

"Nyx," he said, "I entrust you with the task we discussed yesterday.”

“Bring back the individuals we need."

Nyx met his gaze, nodding solemnly, accepting the responsibility. Turning to Matthew and Cecelia, Alexander’s expression softened slightly.

"Matthew, I have arranged an estate fitting Cecelia’s lifestyle.”

“You will rule over the province as Lord and Lady."

Matthew bowed deeply, his resolve clear. Before more could be said, Cecelia’s voice cut through the air like a sudden storm.

"Alexander, this was never part of our agreement," she seethed, her words filled with fury.

"You cannot banish me to some forsaken island while you sit here in luxury, ruling as you please.”

“What about Nathan?"

"You swore to groom him for the throne.”

“You promised us that!"

Alexander's expression remained composed, though the muscle in his jaw twitched. His eyes flickered with restrained frustration as he held Cecelia's fiery gaze.

"Cecelia, the needs of my kingdom must come first.”

“Nathan will still receive the education he deserves under the finest private tutors.”

“His future is secure, as I have promised."

Her eyes narrowed, ablaze with anger.

"This is an injustice!”

“Exiling us like this.”

“Treating us as nothing more than outcasts.”

“We belong here, Alexander.”

“This is our rightful place!"

Alexander's expression darkened slightly, but he kept his voice steady, unwavering in his authority.

"This is not an exile, Cecelia.”

“It is a new opportunity.”

“The island must prosper, and you will ensure its success.”

His gaze hardened as he spoke his next words, each one carrying the weight of an unbreakable decree.

"If you or Nathan return to this castle without invitation, you will find closed doors and barred gates.”

“You will no longer have a place here."

Matthew stepped forward, his hand gently but firmly resting on her arm.

“We humbly accept your decision, Your Majesty.”

Cecelia glared at Matthew, her rage simmering beneath the surface, but she allowed herself to be led away. With one last defiant look at Alexander, she turned and left the throne room, her footsteps echoing in the tense silence. Alexander watched them leave, his face expressionless, but as the doors closed behind them, a subtle tension eased from his shoulders. He turned toward the remaining figure in the room.

"Nyx," Alexander said, his voice quiet but firm, "I trust you will make sure Cecelia boards the ship tomorrow morning without incident."

"Consider it done, Your Majesty."

With a final nod, Alexander dismissed him. When Nyx had exited, Alexander turned to me, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he stepped closer.

"My lord.”

"I am speechless.”

“I never expected this."

He pulled me gently into his arms, his touch soft but reassuring.

"I thought of everything last night," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

"With Cecelia and Matthew far from the court, you will no longer have to worry about them meddling in our affairs."

Alexander's embrace was warm, comforting, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself to believe that everything might truly fall into place.

"What will the rest of the court think when they hear of Cecelia’s sudden departure?"

Alexander's lips curved into a knowing smile.

"Let them think about what they will.”

“I have fulfilled every promise I made.”

“Nathan will be raised with the finest education.”

“Cecelia will be comfortable, far away from here, but still able to play her part in the kingdom’s affairs from a distance."

"Come," Alexander said, his tone lightening.

"Let us not dwell on this any longer.”

“I have arranged for a special lunch to be served in the gardens.”

“A celebration is in order."

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