Kyren's POV
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He almost regretted not following Elian and Lucian to the border camps.
Almost.
The next phase of his plan to force Arcadia and his mother's hands into doing something that would escalate the war was full-blown chaotic.
If the young Alpha King found out what he planned he would be furious. But Kyren didn't care. Once all this was over his dear half-cousin would understand that in war some things were necessary.
"Is everything set?" He asked Farrell calmly, sipping a glass of wine in a private room in the Lunarian palace.
He had one leg crossed on top of the other, his free hand wiggling occasionally, shifting a projection of bright red constellations in front of him.
The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the light show and his crimson eyes.
"Yes, my lord," Farrell responded to the communication bracelet. "Everything is in position. They're just waiting for your command."
