After casually rejecting not one, not two, but three princesses from powerful empires—each with diplomatic influence and personal charm potent enough to start or stop a war—Alex Dragonheart strolled down the sleek white steps leading toward Nexus Core.
The air shimmered faintly with mana pulses from the security barriers, and a pair of sentry bots scanned him silently before allowing him entry.
Despite what others might think, Alex wore that smug, victorious smile not because he was arrogant—okay, maybe slightly—but because he knew exactly what he wanted. Power. Purpose. And maybe a little peace. Getting tangled with royal drama? Yeah, hard pass.
As the gates slid open with a soft whoosh, a familiar presence awaited him at the entrance.
"Good morning, Ms. Vega," Alex said, instantly straightening up like a soldier caught slacking by a general.
