CHAPTER 309: REUNION

The Celestis Empire stretched before them like a tapestry of golden fields and stone fortresses. After weeks in the barren mountains, the sight of cultivated land and proper roads felt almost alien.

The Ambrose estate appeared on the horizon like a monument to a life he’d temporarily abandoned. Stone walls, manicured gardens, servants’ quarters arranged with military precision.

All of it pristine and untouched by the blood that had stained his hands raw over the past month.

He dismounted in the courtyard, his legs stiff from days of hard riding.

"My lord!" Seraphina rushed from the main entrance, her face a mixture of relief and concern. "You’ve returned safely."

His personal maid looked exactly as he’d left her. Auburn hair pulled back in a practical bun. Clean dress without a single stain or tear. Skin that had never been split by shackles or burned by mountain cold.

The contrast made him acutely aware of his own appearance. Dried blood under his fingernails. The smell of smoke and violence that clung to his clothes like residual gun powder.

"Seraphina." He handed her his horse’s reins. "See that he’s properly cared for. And prepare rooms for our guest."

Lady Lianna Levenhart dismounted behind him, her movements careful and deliberate. She wore clothes borrowed from imperial supplies, better than the torn rags from her captivity but still clearly marking her as someone who’d endured hardship.

"This way, my lady," Seraphina said with professional courtesy, though her eyes lingered on the faded bruises visible on Lianna’s face.

They entered the manor through doors that opened onto polished marble floors and tapestries worth more than most people earned in a lifetime. The luxury felt almost obscene after the caves and mud they’d called home for weeks.

"Your study, my lord?" Seraphina asked.

"Yes. And bring tea. Something strong."

The study was exactly as he’d left it. Books lined the walls in perfect order. Maps of various territories hung in frames.

Lianna settled into a chair across from his desk, her posture straight despite obvious exhaustion. Even beaten and traumatized, she carried herself like nobility. Some things were beaten into you so deeply they couldn’t be taken away.

"Strange to be back in civilization," she said quietly.

"Everything feels smaller." Grim took his seat and began removing items from his travel pack.

Seraphina returned with tea service on a silver tray. Real porcelain cups with delicate handles. Sugar cubes in a crystal bowl. The kind of refined luxury that had once seemed normal.

"Will there be anything else, my lord?"

"Privacy. No interruptions unless the manor is burning down."

"Of course, my lord."

The door closed with a soft click, leaving them alone in the comfortable silence of the study. Lianna sipped her tea with obvious appreciation, the first truly civilized meal she’d had since captivity.

"So," Grim said after several minutes. "What haven’t you told me?"

"About what?"

"About why you were really in Yanyu territory. Why the elves specifically targeted you for capture. Why your sentence was worse than it should have been."

Lianna set down her cup with hands that trembled slightly. The tremor wasn’t from fear. It was rage barely held in check.

"Max Luminaris," she said. The name carried the weight of a curse. "He wrote a letter to Emperor Yanyu."

"What kind of letter?"

"He that made sure I’d face execution instead of imprisonment. He painted me as a dangerous spy instead of a diplomatic courier." Her voice grew harder with each word. "His family made sure I’d suffer for refusing his marriage proposal."

Grim leaned back in his chair, processing the implications. Political manipulation using foreign courts to exact personal revenge. It was efficient in a twisted way.

"You refused him?"

"Multiple times. He didn’t take it well." Lianna’s laugh held no humor. "Apparently spurning the Luminaris heir has consequences I didn’t anticipate."

"What did the letter say specifically?"

"I don’t know the exact wording. But it was enough to turn it into a death sentence." She met his eyes directly. "If you hadn’t come, I’d be dead because Max Luminaris couldn’t accept rejection."

The information settled into Grim’s mind like a sword finding its sheath. Another debt to be collected. Another name added to his list of people who required personal attention.

"He’ll answer for that," Grim said simply.

"You can’t just kill a Luminaris heir. The political consequences..."

"I’m not talking about killing him." Grim’s smile held the same warmth as winter stone. "There are worse things than death for someone like Max Luminaris."

A commotion in the courtyard interrupted their conversation. Horses arriving at speed. Urgent voices calling for attention. Seraphina’s knock came moments later.

"My lord, forgive the intrusion. Chancellor Levenhart has arrived."

"Send him in."

The door opened to admit a man in his fifties whose resemblance to Lianna was unmistakable. Same strong jawline. Same intelligent eyes. But where hers held newly acquired hardness, his carried the weight of political office and paternal worry.

"Lianna!" He crossed the room in three quick strides and gathered his daughter into an embrace. "My child, when we received word you were safe..."

"Father." Her voice broke slightly, the first crack in her composed facade since their rescue. "I thought I’d never see you again."

"Never. I would have moved armies to find you if necessary."

Chancellor Levenhart held his daughter at arm’s length, examining her face with the careful eye of someone cataloging damage. The faded bruises. The weight loss. The new lines around her eyes that no noble should endure.

"What did they do to you?"

"Nothing that won’t heal," she replied firmly. "Thanks to Lord Ambrose."

The chancellor turned his attention to Grim, who had remained seated behind his desk during the reunion. "Lord Ambrose. I find myself in your debt beyond any ability to repay."

"No debt required."

"Gold cannot measure the value of a daughter’s life."

Grim stood and moved to the window overlooking his estate grounds. "I have plans that will require political support from someone in your position."

"Name it. If it’s within my power to grant, consider it done."

"I’ll remember that offer." Grim turned back to face them. "For now, enjoy your reunion. There will be time for business later."

"Actually, Lord Ambrose, there’s something you should know immediately," the chancellor said. "The empress has been looking for you. She received reports about your activities."

"I’ll see her tomorrow. Tonight, I have other priorities."

The chancellor nodded understanding. "Of course. Lianna, we should return home. Your mother is beside herself with worry."

"Yes, father." She stood and turned to Grim. "Lord Ambrose, thank you. For everything. I won’t forget what you did for us."

"See that you don’t." Grim returned to his desk and drank some tea.

After they left, the study felt too quiet. The luxury that had once been comfortable now felt like a costume he’d outgrown.

Grim opened the window and breathed deeply of the evening air. It smelled of roses and cut grass instead of smoke and blood. A clean, safe, boring atmosphere.

But first, he had business in his own empire. Allies to gather. Resources to secure. Debts to collect from people who thought themselves beyond the reach of consequences.

Max Luminaris had no idea what was coming for him.

The thought brought Grim’s first genuine smile in weeks.

"Caius, I have a nasty plan for him..."