Striker of The Gods

Time: Late April 2034 : 01:47 CET

Location: The Mansion, Madrid

The mansion was quiet under the night sky. Caos was in the garden, reflecting on the day’s training, when security quietly alerted him to a visitor. Caos already expected this visit

Princess Alexia of the Netherlands stood at the private entrance, accompanied by a single discreet security officer. She looked slightly nervous but determined, wearing a simple dark coat.

Princess Alexia (soft smile, voice low):

I’m sorry for coming so late again. I couldn’t sleep. After the last match… and everything that’s happening, I just wanted to talk. May I come in?

Caos (nodding, inviting her inside):

You’re always welcome. What’s on your mind?

They walked together into the garden, the violet energy around Caos casting a soft glow on the path.

Princess Alexia:

I’ve been thinking a lot. About my life, the expectations, the crown I’ll never wear but still feel the weight of. Watching you play… seeing how you balance everything — the power, the family, the pressure — it gives me courage.

I feel like I’m at a crossroads. I want to live my own life, not just the one planned for me.

Caos (listening quietly):

I understand that feeling. The world wants to define you. But you choose who you become.

You don’t have to follow their path. You can make your own. Well, let me read you one of my favorite letters. I really want to dedicate this to Leonor:

My angel, you wrote me a sweet note that you often dream of me, etc. And I daydream about you. While drinking my coffee or tea I only think about you, not only about that thing alone, but in all senses. And so I’m convinced, Leonor, that I not only love you, but also am in love with you and that you are my only mistress, and this is after 12 years! Yes, this is true, despite the fact that, of course, you have changed and aged since the time we first met. But now, believe me, I like you incomparably more. It would be incredible, but it’s true. True, you are only 28 years old, and this is the blossoming period for a woman. I kiss you every minute in my dreams all the way, every minute passionately. I especially love that object about which it is said: ”And he is delighted with this charming object.” I kiss this object every minute in all ways and intend to kiss it all my life. Leonor, my dear, I can never, under any circumstances, leave you alone, my delightful naughty girl, because it’s not only about naughtiness itself, but also that readiness, that charm and that intimacy of frankness with which I receive this naughtiness from you. Goodbye, I hug and kiss you passionately.

Princess Alexia (looking at him, sincere):

You make it look easy. But I know it’s not.

Thank you for letting me be here. It means more than you know.

They talked for a while under the stars, about freedom, duty, and the weight of legacy. Alexia left with a warm hug and a promise to return soon, her security detail waiting patiently.

The three maids noticed the late visit.

They were quiet. They needed to be. After all, they were martial artists as well. Nothing could stop them apart from the new coming future. Nothing seemed to be aligned with what they wanted. Indeed, Caos was the new sensation of the moment. The more you think about it, the more sense it makes. For them, Caos was becoming uncontrollable. 

Zeraphina (raising an eyebrow):

Alexia again? She’s becoming a regular midnight visitor.

Caos:

She’s searching for her own way. I understand that feeling. I won’t turn her away.

Keyla (grinning):

Just be careful. Another royal in the mix… the press would love that.

The night ended with the violet energy wrapping around the family like a protective cocoon.

To be continued…