A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1526: Trespassing In The Queenʼs Palace

Archer was enjoying the sight of the city below as people were going about their business while the morning sun beamed down. Moments later, Malakia appeared, holding a tray with the promised tea.

ʼʼHere we go, handsome,ʼʼ the older woman commented, placing it down. ʼʼItʼll help warm you up on this cold morning.ʼʼ

ʼʼThank you, Mal,ʼʼ he replied while taking an offered cup.

Archer savored the sip of tea, its rich flavor bursting across his tongue, sending a soothing wave of warmth through his body. The lionessesʼ giggle drew his attention, her blue eyes twinkling with delight at his reaction.

ʼʼItʼs called Golden Dawn,ʼʼ she said, leaning forward. ʼʼEveryone in the city drinks the stuff, itʼs a local favorite, made right here in the city.ʼʼ

She gestured toward the sprawling city beyond the balcony, its golden rooftops shimmering in the sunlight, as if the tea itself carried the essence of the place. Following that, the two of them continued chatting for some time.

After a while, Archer looked at the mature beauty and asked. ʼʼAre we together, Mal? Do you want to be with me?ʼʼ

The older womanʼs eyebrow rose as she put down her cup, replying. ʼʼYes, I do, handsome, what makes you ask that?ʼʼ

ʼʼJust wanted to make sure we were on the same page,ʼʼ he answered, finishing the last mouthful of tea.

Malakiaʼs eyes sparkled. She rose gracefully, her pregnant belly only adding to her radiant presence, and approached Archer, a knowing, playful expression crossing her face. ʼʼNow let me prove it,ʼʼ she said softly.

With a mischievous smile, she set her teacup down and moved closer, her movements fluid and deliberate. Before he could react, she swung a leg over his lap, straddling his waist. Her hands found his shoulders.

Fingers curling gently into the fabric of his tunic, she leaned in, her dark grey hair brushing against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine, which he loved. Moments later, she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, her warmth enveloping him.

Archerʼs hands instinctively settled on her hips, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss. After a lingering moment, Malakia slowly pulled back, her blue eyes, lips curving into a teasing smile as she caught her breath.

ʼʼThat kiss should prove it,ʼʼ she murmured, her voice soft but confident, her fingers still tracing the edge of his collar as she stayed close.

Following that, the couple continued kissing for a few minutes, and Malakia jumped up with a big smile. ʼʼI have to go sort out the farmers to the south, since your ships arrived carrying so much food, theyʼve been complaining about rotting crops.ʼʼ

Archer felt bad and suggested something. ʼʼStore it away, a famine is due to hit Thrylos any week now.ʼʼ

Malakiaʼs eyes widened in shock at his words, but she quickly nodded, a flicker of admiration crossing her face. ʼʼThat would cost a lot of gold to build the warehouse and everything else,ʼʼ she worriedly revealed.

He gave a casual wave of his hand, and with a soft clinking sound, several heavy bags of gold coins materialized on the table. ʼʼTake this to cover it,ʼʼ he said confidently. ʼʼAnd make sure the farmers get a share. It should be more than enough.ʼʼ

The older woman stared at the bags, then back at him, a smile breaking through her initial surprise. ʼʼYou never cease to amaze,ʼʼ she murmured, shaking her head in wonder as she reached for the gold.

Archer let out a hearty chuckle, leaning back in his chair as he revealed the source of his wealth. ʼʼThank the Novgorod Emperor,ʼʼ he said, grinning. ʼʼItʼs straight from the main bank in his capital.ʼʼ

Malakiaʼs eyes sparkled, and she giggled, shaking her head as she leaned closer, still perched on his lap. ʼʼYouʼre a silly man, Arch,ʼʼ she teased, her voice warm. ʼʼNo wonder they hate you so much.ʼʼ

The lionessʼ laughter filled the balcony, mingling alongside the breeze, as she playfully nudged his shoulder as she concluded. ʼʼThank you for everything, handsome.ʼʼ

He chuckled as she put all the bags in her storage ring, stepping forward and giving him another passionate kiss. Afterward, she left the palace, prompting him to teleport to the Moonriver lands.

Archer appeared inside Colestahʼs palace and scanned the entire building, looking for the Water Elf. Moments later, he found the woman and started heading in her direction, only to be stopped by a dozen guards.

They surrounded him as the commander appeared and demanded. ʼʼWho are you? Youʼre trespassing in the Queenʼs palace.ʼʼ

ʼʼVery good, at least youʼre doing your job. Now, if you donʼt mind, take me to the queen and sheʼll explain,ʼʼ he replied to the older elf.

The Moonriver soldiers eyed Archer, their hands resting on the hilts of their blades as they formed a loose circle around him. The commander, a stern figure with a curt nod, led the way toward Colestah, the capitalʼs heart.

His steps echoed on the cobblestone path, his calm demeanor unshaken by the guarded escort. After ten minutes, they reached the grand throne room, its towering doors carved with intricate aquatic motifs.

Inside, the gorgeous Water Elf, resplendent in flowing silken robes, held court among her nobles. Her voice, clear and authoritative, filled the hall as she addressed them with unwavering confidence.

Archerʼs lips curled into a subtle smile, enchanted by how effortlessly he drew every eye in the room. The moment was broken when the commander rapped sharply on the floor, drawing all attention.

Spotting the commander, Colestahʼs face lit up. ʼʼWhy are you surrounded by guards?ʼʼ she asked the Water Elf man with narrowed eyes.

ʼʼDonʼt mind them,ʼʼ he replied, smiling. ʼʼThey were doing their job and a good one at that.ʼʼ

When the surrounding soldiers heard this, they looked at him with a confused expression, causing him to laugh as she explained. ʼʼThis is Emperor Archer Wyldheart, the ruler of our lands.ʼʼ

The gathered men and women blanched, but Archer dismissed them with a casual wave. ʼʼBack to work. Iʼll make sure everythingʼs handled,ʼʼ he said calmly, his voice carrying quiet authority.

ʼʼThank you, My Lord,ʼʼ the commander replied, bowing slightly before hurrying off with the others.

Turning to Colestah and the nobles, he offered an easy smile. ʼʼApologies for the abrupt entrance. I was just checking on Avidia.ʼʼ

The Moon Elf beauty waved him away. ʼʼItʼs nothing, Arch, take a seat. Weʼre nearly done here.ʼʼ

After dismissing the guards, Archer settled heavily into an ornately carved chair, its cushions offering little comfort against the weight of the moment. Across the room, the Water Elf stood poised as she fielded a barrage of tedious questions from the nobles.

Their inquiries, laced with barely concealed unease, revolved around the governance of the kingdom and the implications of his presence. She addressed the assembly and made them relax.

ʼʼLord Archer is our overlord, as you know,ʼʼ she said, her voice steady and clear, cutting through the murmurs. ʼʼBut rest assured, the rhythms of Moonriver will remain unchanged. The laws, traditions, and daily life you cherish will continue as they always have, under his protection.ʼʼ

Her words, though reassuring, carried an unspoken promise of stability, soothing the noblesʼ furrowed brows while affirming his authority. Archer leaned back in the chair, his sharp gaze drifting over the nobles as Colestah expertly navigated their concerns.

The room buzzed thanks to the low hum of voices, punctuated by the occasional clink of goblets and the rustle of silks. They began to relax under her assurances, their questions growing less pointed and more procedural.

She spoke using a blend of authority and warmth, detailing the continuity of trade routes, the preservation of local festivals, and the unchanged role of the council in managing daily affairs.

Archerʼs fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. He admired Colestahʼs handling of the nobles, her ability to balance deference to his authority with the confidence of a leader in her own right.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched her, the blue-haired woman commanding the room that rivaled Malakiaʼs. As the discussion wound down, a silver-haired noble, Lord Varyn, rose to his feet, his voice measured but firm.

ʼʼLady Colestah, Lord Archer,ʼʼ he said, inclining his head toward him. ʼʼWe are grateful for your assurances. Moonriverʼs prosperity depends on us working together to make sure the people thrive, and we trust in your rule to maintain it.ʼʼ

The others murmured their agreement, the tension in the air finally dissipating like mist under the morning sun. She nodded, her expression serene. ʼʼThank you, Lord Varyn, and all of you, for your trust. Let us continue to work together for our real future.ʼʼ

With that, she clapped her hands lightly, signaling the end of the meeting. The nobles rose, bowing respectfully to them before filing out of the hall, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floor.

As the heavy oak doors closed behind the last of them, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Colestah turned to Archer, her formal behaviour softening. She crossed the distance between them, her eyes sparkling with warmth.