Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 28: Heirs’ Meeting [1]
The time for the meeting had finally come.
Kaden stood in front of his mirror, dressed in a black and red suit embroidered with the Warborn crest on his chest.
People didn’t say it often, but Kaden was a dangerously handsome man. His features were perfectly symmetrical. His dark hair shimmered like black ichor, thick and luxurious, falling just above his eyes.
And his eyes ... those blood-red eyes.
They were the kind of eyes you didn’t forget. Like drowning in a sea—not of water, but of blood. Deep. Haunting. Beautiful in the most terrifying way.
“You look handsome, my dear,” Sarena’s voice rang out as she stepped into the room, followed—of course—by Daela.
Kaden smiled softly. “Thank you, Mother.”
He turned to his sister, expecting nothing. Just wanted to tease her a little with a cocky grin.
But then—
“Handsome,” Daela said, nodding seriously, her face as deadpan as ever.
Kaden blinked.
His sister was unfairly adorable.
He almost gave in to the urge to pinch her cheeks, but he liked having both arms attached, so he held back.
“Thanks, Sister. Wasn’t expecting that from you, really” he said with a soft laugh.
But what even he didn’t expect—was that Sarena looked more shocked than him.
She knew Daela well. That was her daughter, after all. And she was certain—Daela had never complimented a single soul in this house.
‘She really does love her brother... ‘ Sarena thought, and a small smile tugged at her lips.
There was nothing more beautiful to a mother than seeing her children love each other.
“Are you ready now?” Sarena asked gently.
Kaden turned back to the mirror, studied himself once more.
Then smiled.
“Seems like it.”
Sarena and Daela both shook their heads.
Kaden had changed since returning from his Trial. More mature. More composed. Stronger, no doubt.
But he’d also unlocked some buried parts of himself.
For one—his ego.
Kaden was painfully aware of how good he looked. Watching him admire himself in the mirror too long made you want to punch him square in that perfect face.
But neither Sarena nor Daela had the heart to ruin the moment.
‘He’s my cute little boy,’ Sarena thought warmly.
‘He’s my cute little brother,’ Daela echoed silently, the love in her heart as real as ever.
They were both lost causes.
Finally—
“The carriage is waiting outside,” Sarena said. “You’ll be escorted by guards, but they’ll stop at the door. Inside, you’ll be alone with the heirs of Cerveau and Elamin.”
She paused. Her tone dropped.
“Do you understand where I’m going with this?”
Kaden nodded, his face growing serious.
He knew. She couldn’t protect him forever.
And Daela, ever herself, added only one word:
“Careful.”
Kaden gave a small, firm nod. “I’ll take care of myself. Don’t worry.”