Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 207: Plans

I hand over the documents Leona uncovered to Duke Remiro. These papers are the catalyst for our plan, the match to light the pyre of the king’s reign. The man is a paranoid, insecure fool, ruling not through respect but through fear. He sits on a throne stained with his brother’s blood—though not as thoroughly as he’d thought, since the "dead" former crown prince is very much alive. Amateur mistake. You never leave loose ends. Loose ends have a nasty habit of tightening into nooses around your neck, and that’s exactly what’s about to happen.

The duke whistles softly as he flips through the pages. His tan fingers tap rhythmically on the table, a gleam of excitement lighting his eyes.

"I’m once again in awe of her capabilities," he says, leaning back in his chair. "Leona truly is a marvel. A shame she’s yours and not mine."

"She’s not someone you’d want to owe favors to," I reply, though the smirk on my lips betrays my own admiration.

Duke Remiro waves a hand dismissively, his eyes already scanning another page. "Leave this to me," he says, his voice practically buzzing with glee. "This... oh, this is a treasure trove." He chuckles, shaking his head. "The king’s every move, his allies’ skeletons, and even his own. Not even his most trusted advisors are safe."

He pauses, holding up a particular document. "Look at this. Bribes to silence witnesses. Cover-ups of failed assassinations. False charges leveled against rivals. The man’s built his entire empire on lies and shadows."

"And shadows fade under the right light," I say, crossing my arms.

The duke laughs, a low, rumbling sound. "Indeed they do. This," he gestures to the pile of documents, "is our light."

"We start by targeting his inner circle," I say, my voice firm. "Discredit his closest advisors. Leak their secrets to the other nobles. Make them doubt their loyalty to the king."

"And while they’re busy covering their own tracks," Remiro adds, "we expose his financial corruption. These falsified accounts? A few whispers in the merchant guilds, and they’ll withdraw their support overnight. No trade, no funds. A king without money is a powerless king."

I nod. "Simultaneously, we’ll sow dissent among the military. His generals might seem loyal, but a few well-placed rumors about his incompetence and paranoia will erode their trust. Plant seeds of doubt, make them question his decisions."

"And what about the people?" the duke asks, raising a brow.

"The people need a symbol," I reply. "We’ll feed them tales of Tarian, the rightful heir, wrongfully stripped of his title and left for dead. They’ll see him as a beacon of justice, the king as a villain. Stir their anger, and soon they’ll be calling for his head."

The duke taps his chin thoughtfully. "And when the capital is in chaos?"

"That’s when we strike," I say, my voice cold. "While the nobles and the people clamor for change, our forces will move in. Swiftly, decisively. We’ll take the palace before the king even knows what’s happening."

The duke leans forward, his smile wicked. "And what of the king himself? What do you plan for him?"

I meet his gaze, my voice like steel. "He’ll pay for what he’s done. But death is too merciful. He’ll live to see his power stripped away, his name remembered as a tyrant who was undone by his own greed."

"And Tarian?" the duke asks, a gleam in his eye.

"Tarian will serve as the face of the revolution, but he won’t rule," I say. "He doesn’t want the throne, and I’ll make sure he stays a figurehead. The true power will rest with you."

Duke Remiro chuckles, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Ambitious, but I like it. Let’s burn the crown and reshape the ashes."

I allow myself a rare smile. "Indeed, let’s."

With every move, we’ll unravel the king’s web, until nothing remains but his own downfall.

"Tarian will serve as the face of the revolution, but he won’t rule," I say firmly, leaning back in my chair. "He doesn’t want the throne, and I’ll make sure he stays a figurehead. The true power will rest with you. Isn’t that your goal anyway? I’ve heard how you’re supposedly ’comforting’ the prince," I add with a scoff. "More like manipulating him."

Duke Remiro’s lips curl into a knowing smile, and he pours himself a glass of rich, red wine. The sunlight streaming through the window casts an almost golden glow on the dark liquid as he swirls it in the glass. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he says smoothly, taking a leisurely sip. "I’m merely offering advice and friendship. The poor man has been through so much, wouldn’t you agree?"

I roll my eyes at his blatant deflection. "Friendship, huh? Is that what we’re calling calculated influence these days?"

He shrugs, unbothered by my skepticism. "It’s not manipulation if he willingly seeks my counsel. Besides, Tarian needs someone to guide him, someone who understands the complexities of court life and power."

"Someone like you, of course," I say dryly.

"Naturally," he replies, smirking. "The man’s been hiding in obscurity for decades. He’s out of touch, vulnerable. Without me, he wouldn’t last a day in the viper’s nest of court politics."

I stand and stretch, the tension in my shoulders easing, I know the Duke will take this from here time for me to spend time with my family.

I smile at the thought of Noelle’s laughter filling the air around us, the way his green eyes sparkle when he teases me, and the way Mirelle reaches for me with her chubby little hands, babbling nonsense. That’s my real sanctuary, my peace.

Maybe today, I’ll steal some extra quality time with my beloved star. These days, I find myself drawn to him even more than usual, craving his touch, his scent, the soft warmth of his presence. It’s almost unbearable how often I think about him, how much I want him. Even now, as I picture him waiting for me, I feel that familiar heat stirring in my veins.

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. This level of intensity—it’s not normal. That damn green concoction we’ve been drinking must be working overtime. I should probably visit the church soon, ask them to remove it Noelle’s collar too. I make a mental note of that.