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Chapter 99 - Chapter 98 – The Night’s Conquest

Chapter 98 – The Night's Chapter 

Aetheria had always been a conqueror.

She had conquered kingdoms, armies, gods.

And now, she had conquered him.

Leonhardt felt it. The way her presence consumed him, like the night swallowing the last remnants of daylight.

His back hit the obsidian throne she had conjured in this ethereal realm—a throne fit for a queen. His queen.

Aetheria straddled him, her silvery-white hair cascading over them like falling stardust. Her violet eyes shimmered with power, possession, and something deeper—something only for him.

"You were always mine," she murmured, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, down to the pulse hammering in his throat.

Leonhardt's breath was uneven, his self-control fraying under her relentless touch. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the divine fabric of her robes.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Say it."

Leonhardt's jaw tightened. He was the God-King. He bowed to no one.

But this was not a battlefield.

This was her domain.

And here—he belonged to her.

"You already know," he murmured, his voice low, strained.

Her nails raked down his chest, the sharp sting sending a shiver through him. "I want to hear it."

Leonhardt exhaled sharply. His fiery red eyes burned into hers.

And then, he gave her what she wanted.

"I am yours."

Aetheria's breath hitched.

For the first time, she was the one trembling.

Because he meant it.

Leonhardt reached up, twisting his fingers into her hair, dragging her closer. His voice was deeper this time, raw, filled with devotion, with truth.

"I have always been yours."

The air crackled with power. The realm around them trembled, as if it, too, could not contain the force between them.

Aetheria shattered.

She crushed her lips to his, and Leonhardt took control—finally, completely.

Their powers clashed, intertwined, fused into something more.

Something eternal.

The Night's Queen and the Fallen God-King.

Bound not by fate, but by choice.

Shall I continue?

Conquest

Aetheria had always been a conqueror.

She had conquered kingdoms, armies, gods.

And now, she had conquered him.

Leonhardt felt it. The way her presence consumed him, like the night swallowing the last remnants of daylight.

His back hit the obsidian throne she had conjured in this ethereal realm—a throne fit for a queen. His queen.

Aetheria straddled him, her silvery-white hair cascading over them like falling stardust. Her violet eyes shimmered with power, possession, and something deeper—something only for him.

"You were always mine," she murmured, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, down to the pulse hammering in his throat.

Leonhardt's breath was uneven, his self-control fraying under her relentless touch. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the divine fabric of her robes.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Say it."

Leonhardt's jaw tightened. He was the God-King. He bowed to no one.

But this was not a battlefield.

This was her domain.

And here—he belonged to her.

"You already know," he murmured, his voice low, strained.

Her nails raked down his chest, the sharp sting sending a shiver through him. "I want to hear it."

Leonhardt exhaled sharply. His fiery red eyes burned into hers.

And then, he gave her what she wanted.

"I am yours."

Aetheria's breath hitched.

For the first time, she was the one trembling.

Because he meant it.

Leonhardt reached up, twisting his fingers into her hair, dragging her closer. His voice was deeper this time, raw, filled with devotion, with truth.

"I have always been yours."

The air crackled with power. The realm around them trembled, as if it, too, could not contain the force between them.

Aetheria shattered.

She crushed her lips to his, and Leonhardt took control—finally, completely.

Their powers clashed, intertwined, fused into something more.

Something eternal.

The Night's Queen and the Fallen God-King.

Bound not by fate, but by choice.

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