❖ Location: Secret Planning Room, beneath the Royal Library
A map of the Northern Allied Kingdom lay pinned to the wall. Red ink lines marked patrols, weak bridges, and known traitorous nobles. The King stood before it as his four trusted allies prepared for missions only legends would remember.
🔸 Phase I: Infiltration – Lucy & Kiel
👑 King Karan:"Lucy. Kiel. You are my daggers in the dark. You will enter their court not as spies—but as friends."
Lucy stepped forward in a luxurious northern-style dress, her presence glowing with grace and danger.
💎 Lucy:"I'll play the niece of Lord Elren. I've seen their court from the inside before. They still crave southern silk and prettier words."
🕵️ Kiel (adjusting a fake noble sigil):"And I'll be your escort. Your quiet, boring cousin from the border. Easy to ignore. Easy to kill with."
👑 King Karan:"Find out who among them plots. Offer false information. Make them believe we trust them still. And above all—mark the generals and the bankers."
Lucy bowed with a smile.
💎 Lucy:"A pleasure, my King. I've been craving a dance in enemy halls."
🔸 Phase II: Thunder's Blade – Dravid & the Elite
Far from court, in the Royal Fortress Training Grounds, Dravid stood shirtless beneath a stormy sky, instructing a dozen men and women—his elites. They were assassins, veterans, monks, and forgotten warriors—all reforged in his own discipline.
🛡️ Dravid:"This mission is not to win battles. It's to erase them. You will move with the wind, strike with silence, and leave no survivors."
"When the North's armies march east to follow the King's bait... we cut their supply from the West."
A new banner flew over the fortress—a wolf swallowing the sun.
🛡️ Dravid:"The sun sets on the traitors."
🔸 Phase III: Gold Sabotage – Troy's Gamble
In the Kingdom Treasury, Troy leaned on a table made of gold bars. Next to him was Aryan, now dressed in silk with ink-stained fingers—his eyes calm, calculating.
🎭 Troy:"So if we bribe their merchants, burn their crops, and flood their markets with fake silver, how long before their economy chokes?"
🧮 Aryan (without looking up):"Nineteen days. Twenty-two if their southern trade holds. But I've already intercepted three spice caravans. They'll rot in the sun."
🎭 Troy:"You're scary when you're quiet."
Troy turned to his team of rogue bankers, merchant lords, and smugglers.
🎭 Troy:"Time to break the North with ledgers, not swords."
🔹 Back at the Palace: King Karan's Inner Reflection
As the operations began, Karan stood alone in the King's Crypt, where the old statues murmured ancient words.
The spirits whispered...
🕯️ Old King's Voice (Faint):"You change the world... not like us. Not with fear—but with fire."
👑 Karan (whispering):"I will do what none of you could. I'll win the war before the battlefield even sees blood."
The Court infiltration scene with Lucy and Kiel
❖ Location: Court of Lord Elren, Capital of the Northern Allied Kingdom
The great marble hall of Lord Elren's court glittered under chandeliers, thick with perfume and deceit. Nobles in embroidered silks danced through gossip, laughter, and quiet schemes. But tonight, two strangers moved among them—new, curious, and dangerously underestimated.
💎 Lady Lucina of the South (Lucy)
Clad in a flowing sapphire gown, Lucy walked with elegance that halted conversations. Every eye turned, yet she smiled only once—at a man behind her.
💎 Lucy (softly):"Smile, cousin. You're supposed to be in awe of the north's splendor."
🕵️ Sir Kael of Highmarch (Kiel)
In a muted nobleman's outfit, Kael kept his head low, adjusting his fake noble ring.
🕵️ Kiel (quietly):"I'm smiling on the inside. Just trying not to stab anyone yet."
Lucy chuckled—her laugh like silk cutting through armor.
🎭 The Court Responds
Lord Elren, aged and suspicious, approached. His sharp eyes scanned Lucy like a merchant inspecting treasure.
🦴 Lord Elren:"And who graces my court tonight, Lady…?"
💎 Lucy (bowing gracefully):"Lady Lucina of the South. Granddaughter of the late Duke Amory. We come seeking peace, trade... and perhaps opportunity."
Elren smirked.
🦴 Lord Elren:"Peace and opportunity rarely share a table, my lady."
🗡️ The Game Within the Game
As the ball continued, Lucy whispered in Elren's ear about false southern troop movements and the King's supposed health issues. She let slip just enough to pull out suspicion from enemy generals nearby.
Meanwhile, Kiel roamed the halls, dropping eaves and quietly swapping out sealed messages with royal fakes. One note read:
"The southern fields are bare this season. No reinforcements expected before the new moon."—King Karan (Forged Seal)
Kiel smirked.
🕵️ Kiel (muttering):"Enjoy your illusions while they last."
🥀 Secrets Bloom
In the garden, a general's young son flirted with Lucy. She leaned close, her hand brushing his.
🧔 General's Son:"You speak like someone who knows power."
💎 Lucy (whispering):"I speak like someone who serves it… intimately."
She kissed his cheek and left a whisper in his ear:
💎 "Tell your father the southern ports are unguarded. He'll want to strike before the season turns."
She walked away, knowing full well the trap she had just baited.
🕯️ Back in the Chamber of Whispers
That night, Lucy and Kiel returned to their secret room, lit by candle and ink.
💎 Lucy:"The seeds are planted. Within a fortnight, their pride will bloom... into disaster."
🕵️ Kiel:"You really enjoy this."
💎 Lucy (softly):"Only because I believe in him. The King. No... Karan. I'd destroy kingdoms for him."
Kiel looked at her with quiet understanding.
🕵️ Kiel:"Then let's make sure this one crumbles first."
The sun dipped low as Lucy and Kiel returned to the capital—mission complete, traps laid, enemy misled.
They entered through the secret corridor that led to the royal chambers, their cloaks still carrying the scent of foreign perfumes and pinewood fire.
Inside the war room, Karan stood alone, eyes on maps sprawled across the marble table. As the heavy door creaked open, he didn't look up—he already sensed them.
🕵️ Kiel (grinning):"The north swallowed the bait. They're moving troops blindly."
👑 Karan (without turning):"Good. Leave the details with Dravid. You're dismissed."
Kiel gave a slight bow and exited, knowing something far more subtle was about to unfold.
💎 Alone, At Last
Lucy stayed behind.
The door closed with a soft click.Silence hung—tense, charged, expectant.
She stepped closer, removing her gloves one finger at a time, each step echoing louder than a trumpet in Karan's ears.
💎 Lucy (quietly):"Do you know what I hated most about being away?"
Karan looked up, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. Calm, unreadable.
👑 Karan:"The northern cold?"
💎 Lucy (smiling faintly):"No. Not seeing your face."
She came closer, now barely a foot away.
💎 Lucy:"Every morning I woke up... and it felt dull. The sun shined, but it had no warmth. The wine tasted fine, but it had no taste. And the laughter around me—hollow."
💎 "Because it wasn't you."
She stepped even closer. Too close. Karan's breath subtly shifted. But he held his ground.
Lucy's fingers brushed the fabric of his tunic, her eyes tracing every feature of his face—like an artist memorizing her masterpiece.
💎 Lucy (softly):"You wear this face like armor. But I've seen the man beneath it, Karan. You hide him from the court, from the world... but not from me."
She leaned in—her lips just beside his ear.
💎 Lucy (whispering):"Say something. Or should I keep teasing you until your mask cracks?"
Karan inhaled sharply. He finally turned to face her, properly, fully.
👑 Karan (low voice):"Lucy..."
But before he could finish, she interrupted.
💎 Lucy (playfully):"Don't say something noble. I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you this—"
💎 "I love the person who is inside of these Body. Not the king. Not the crown. You, Karan. And every day without seeing your stupid, brooding face feels like a day half-lived."
She laughed softly, brushing her fingers down his jaw.
💎 "So go ahead. Be cold, be distant, be royal. But know this—when I come back from missions... I come back to you, not the throne."
She turned and walked away, hips swaying with deliberate pride—but her heart thudding violently. Just before she reached the door, she stopped without looking back.
💎 "Next time... don't make me miss you so much. It hurts."
And then she was gone.
👑 Karan Stands Silent
Behind him, the map burned in candlelight. But his eyes didn't leave the door.
His fingers clenched softly, his mask flickered—and for a fleeting second, the King felt like just a man again.
👑 Karan (whispering to himself):"Lucy…"
Now Rika confronting Lucy about their shared affection
"Love Is a Battlefield"
The capital buzzed with movement. Spies returned. Roads were cleared for trade. Walls stood stronger with every passing week.
But within the royal rose garden, far from the eyes of ministers and soldiers, two women met under the guise of coincidence.
Lucy was already there, her elegant dress flowing like a river of crimson silk, seated beneath the arch of blooming roses. A glass of wine in hand, eyes gazing at the palace balcony where Karan often stood.
Then came the sound of footsteps—light, but bold.
Rika.
Dressed not like a noble, but a warrior. Her coat was dusty, her boots still carrying traces of the road. She stood tall, wind playing with the strands of her short hair.
🗡️ Rika (smirking):"Enjoying the view, Lady Lucy?"
💎 Lucy (calmly):"Just admiring the garden. And the man who tends to this kingdom like one."
Rika stepped forward, folding her arms. Her eyes were sharp, but not hostile. Just... honest.
🗡️ Rika:"You miss him. I see it in your eyes."
💎 Lucy (tilting her head):"And you don't?"
🗡️ Rika (scoffing):"I do. Every damned day."
💎 Lucy (smiling faintly):"Then we share the same pain."
There was a pause. The wind danced between them like a silent messenger.
🗡️ Rika:"You dress like a queen. You speak like one. But don't think I don't see your tricks, Lucy. You charm the court. Whisper to the shadows. You know how to make him smile."
💎 Lucy:"And you fight like a lioness. You bleed for him. You'd die for him. But let's not pretend, Rika—we both love the same man."
Rika's eyes narrowed—but there was no anger. Just fire.
🗡️ Rika:"I won't back down."
💎 Lucy (gently):"Neither will I."
They stood inches apart now. No weapons. No spells. But the tension between them could tear armies.
Then suddenly... they both laughed. Just a little. Just enough.
💎 Lucy (softly):"We're rivals. But not enemies."
🗡️ Rika:"Maybe that's why he trusts us both. Maybe… he needs both fire and silk."
💎 Lucy:"Maybe that's why it hurts. Because we know the other is worthy."
They turned to look at the palace again. The same balcony. The same silence.
🗡️ Rika:"If he chooses you, I'll protect that choice."
💎 Lucy:"And if he chooses you, I'll respect it. But until then…"
💎 Lucy (smirking):"I'll make sure he can't stop thinking about me."
🗡️ Rika (grinning):"Then let's see whose heart he hears louder."
As the sun dipped, Troy peeked around a pillar nearby, watching them with popcorn he didn't know how he got.
🤡 Troy (whispering to himself):"Ooooh this love triangle's gonna burn the whole palace down…"