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Chapter 11 - The Echo of the North Peaks

The crisp autumn air of the Hudson Valley carried the faint scent of pine and ozone, a reminder of the wild northern territories that now stood in alliance with the southern estates. High above the limestone cliffs, the dragon flight circled in lazy, majestic arcs, their obsidian scales catching the late-morning sunlight.

Inside the newly restructured royal archives of Blackthorn, Olivia sat at a heavy mahogany desk, her fingers tracing the fine silver filigree of a recovered family ledger. The ink was faded, written in her mother Queen Helena’s sharp, elegant hand. Every page detailed the ancient treaties that had once bound the Hudson domain in harmony before Marcus Vale’s bloody coup seventeen years ago.

The heavy oak door swung open silently, and Adrian stepped into the chamber. The silver markings along his pale skin glowed with a faint, steady luminescence, and his golden eyes immediately found hers.

"The delegation from Manhattan has arrived," Adrian said, his voice deep and calm. "The financial transition is officially complete. Every corporate asset, shipping port, and real estate trust has been legally returned to the Veyrith Crown."

Olivia looked up, a soft smile touching her lips. "And the board members?"

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"Complaining about the lack of espresso machines in the lower halls, but otherwise compliant," Adrian replied with a dry, knowing smirk. "They realize the old monopoly is dead. Power has returned to where it belongs."

Olivia stood up, letting the heavy velvet cloak of the Dragon Queen drape smoothly over her shoulders. "Let them complain. Today, we ride north. It’s time I saw the peaks where my mother ruled."

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