DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Cunning Heirs
In the lavish halls of the Celestoria Palace, an aura of greed and treachery permeated the air as the two conniving princes, Draven and Oberon, along with the devious Consort Rosenda, convened in a clandestine chamber to scheme and plot for the upcoming battle that would determine their grasp on the coveted throne.
Consort Rosenda, a mastermind of manipulation, addressed her sons with a sinister glint in her eyes. “My sons, the time has come to seize the throne. Our family’s legacy must be maintained at all costs.”
Draven, the cunning elder prince, sneered, “Rest assured, Mother. The throne will be ours, and Celestoria will bow before our might.”
Oberon, equally power-hungry, chimed in, “Indeed, Mother. Our personal differences mean nothing compared to the power we will wield together.”
Consort Rosenda, indifferent to familial bonds, stated, “I care not for your petty squabbles. As long as the throne remains within our grasp, the kingdom can crumble for all I care.”
Draven, a puppet master in the making, reassured his mother, “The kingdom will serve us, Mother.”
Oberon, with a malicious smile, added, “ Our reign will be one of fear and dominance.”
Consort Rosenda, reveling in the impending chaos, continued, “The announcement of the battle has reached every corner of Celestoria. Our ascent to power will be witnessed by all, and none shall dare challenge us.”
Draven, a twisted sense of pride in his voice, inquired, “What concerns you, Mother? Our victory is inevitable.”
Consort Rosenda, her gaze filled with a dark premonition, voiced her ominous worry, “I hope ‘that person’ does not arrive to disrupt our plans. The fragility of this moment must remain undisturbed.”
Draven and Oberon, the conniving princes, exchanged curious glances as Consort Rosenda alluded to an enigmatic figure, “that person,” during their clandestine meeting. The air thickened with intrigue as the princes sought to unravel the mystery behind their mother’s cryptic words.
Draven, with a sly grin, questioned, “Mother, who is ‘that person’ you speak of? What threat do they pose to our ambitions?”
Consort Rosenda, a puppet master of deception, dismissed their inquiries with a wave of her hand. “Worry not, my sons. ‘That person’ is a mere shadow in the periphery, insignificant in comparison to the power we wield. Focus on the throne, and I shall handle any threats that dare emerge.”
Oberon, though still curious, succumbed to his lust for power. “Mother, as long as our path to the throne remains unobstructed, we care little for the shadows.”
Consort Rosenda, a sinister smile playing on her lips, assured them, “I will take any necessary measures to ensure our dominance. The throne will be yours, and none shall challenge your reign.”
Draven, ever the skeptic, pressed further, “But, Mother, Can we know what measures you speak of. We must be prepared for all eventualities.”
Consort Rosenda, her eyes gleaming with dark determination, responded, “My sons, trust in me. ‘That person’ shall be dealt with swiftly, and the throne will be yours to command. Your only task is to bask in the glory of your impending rule.”
As the princes allowed themselves to be lulled into a false sense of security, Consort Rosenda’s scheming mind worked in the shadows, ensuring that no external force would dare jeopardize their ascent to power. The opulence of the Celestoria Palace became a backdrop for their malevolent plans, with the impending battle serving as a mere stepping stone toward their insatiable greed for the throne.