[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

"We’re going to Saha," Trevor said casually, like he was announcing a trip to the vineyard and not to a kingdom known for political theatrics and fondness for war.

Silence followed.

Birds chirped. The estate cat sneezed somewhere in the hedge, deeply unimpressed.

Windstone blinked. Once. Twice. "I see."

"You don’t," Lucas said flatly. "He decided this five minutes ago."

"Correction," Trevor offered. "I decided it this morning. I’m just choosing to share it now."

Windstone’s jaw tensed exactly once before relaxing into its usual, terrifying calm. "Naturally. Why plan when you can destabilize foreign relations before lunch?"

Lucas made a sound that was probably laughter, or a quiet cry for help.

"We leave in a week," Trevor went on, as if this were all very normal. "Schedule the convoy. No Crown aides. No borrowed guards. Only our people. And seal the guest wing in the Sahan palace before we arrive—Dax will understand."

Windstone didn’t respond right away. He just looked at Lucas. Then back at Trevor. Then back at Lucas, who was still wearing a slightly oversized academy shirt from a wardrobe that had last been fashionable when Trevor was fifteen and emotionally invincible.

"You’ve been here three days," Windstone said, voice slow and surgical. "He hasn’t finished the estate tour. He doesn’t have an official wardrobe. You’ve barely explained tax filings. And now you want to waltz into the most volatile royal court on the continent for what I can only assume is a honeymoon-slash-threat display?"

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Trevor nodded. "Correct."