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

Trevor’s tone shifted, still warm, but grounded now. "But my grandma on the other side... she ran the estate for forty years before anyone realized my uncles were useless."

Lucas arched a brow. "Efficient and brutal. I like her already."

"She doesn’t trust elevators, has very loud opinions about cufflinks, and can recite estate law in her sleep," Trevor went on, tone affectionate but laced with awe. "She once made a minister cry at a luncheon for misquoting an inheritance clause. And she plays cards with war criminals for fun."

Lucas narrowed his eyes, intrigued. "Please tell me that last part isn’t a metaphor."

Trevor leaned in slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting. "It isn’t. Last year, she beat a retired general at poker and took his villa. Said it was compensation for wasting her afternoon."

Lucas blinked. "That woman sounds like a menace."

"She is," Trevor said proudly. "She keeps my father’s side of the family under her heel. They still believe they could outplay her for the inheritance. She lets them believe it."

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Lucas nudged a piece of steamed vegetable to the side of his plate. "So... won’t she want a formal wedding? Something ceremonial? Traditional vows and imperial-grade embroidery?"

Trevor sipped from his glass before answering. "Oh, she’ll want something. Not for the sake of appearances, she couldn’t care less about society. But she’s going to want to see you. Soon."

Lucas looked up slowly. "You mean meet me."

"I mean inspect you," Trevor corrected, eyes glinting. "She’s likely already bribing Windstone to get through the front gates. If she hasn’t offered him a watch or rare tea by now, I’d be shocked."

Lucas set his fork down. "Should I be flattered?"