The Princess' Harem
Chapter 74: Twisted Generosity

Chapter 74: Twisted Generosity

The chamber was dimly lit, receiving its only illumination from the flickering glow of three iron lanterns hanging from the vaulted ceiling. Shadows stretched across the stone walls as the flames wavered, causing them to dance and shift unnaturally.

The air was thick with a pungent scent, a mix of burning herbs and the dampness of ancient stone.

Count Lazarus stood by an old worktable, his posture rigid and unmoving. His fingers tapped the polished surface slowly and deliberately, each sound precise.

He didn’t speak immediately, nor did he rush any of his movements; he simply watched.

He watched the alchemist, who stood before him, carefully adjusting an assortment of vials, powders, and glass instruments.

The alchemist, an older man with silver streaked hair and worn robes, didn’t look up. His focus was entirely on his work, his movements precise and confident, like someone who had spent years mastering his craft.

Lazarus exhaled slowly, breaking the silence. "You understand the task?" he asked, his voice low and even.

The alchemist finally met his gaze, his dark eyes assessing Lazarus. "You ask for something rare, Count," he stated. "Some might call it unnatural."

Lazarus’s lips curled slightly, a subtle hint of satisfaction.

"Unnatural?" He let the word hang in the air. "Unnatural is simply what others can’t control."

The alchemist hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He turned to a locked cabinet in the far corner, his movements slow and deliberate.

"The substance you seek," he continued, his voice quieter now, "doesn’t completely control the mind. It doesn’t force obedience. What it does..."

He ran a hand over the latch of the ancient metal cabinet before pulling it open. Inside, rows of scrolls lay undisturbed, alongside bottles filled with thick, swirling liquid. "...is plant certainty where doubt once lived."

Lazarus stepped forward, reaching for one of the vials. He watched the dark substance within the glass, noticing how it pulsed slowly and deliberately, as if it were alive.

He turned it slightly in his hand, observing how it settled. "For Elysia," he murmured, his voice calm and assured, stating his clear purpose.

The alchemist nodded once. "For Elysia."

Lazarus inhaled deeply, rolling the vial between his fingers. This was preparation.

Not for immediate use, but for a future moment when the kingdom would face crucial decisions. When the throne would require a definitive answer from its people.

And when that time arrived, there would be no rejection. No hesitation. No second choice.

There would be only certainty.

There would be only him.

The flame in the nearest lantern flickered violently, casting long streaks of light and shadow across the chamber, making the already unsettling space feel even more ominous.

Lazarus smiled faintly, a cold, empty expression that held no warmth.

He had waited long enough.

Soon, Elysia would understand that some choices were never truly meant to be left in their hands.

***

The afternoon light streamed through the palace windows, casting a golden glow across the velvet-lined boxes.

Princess Viana stood before them, her posture composed but stiff; the unsettling presence of the gifts weighed more than their actual worth.

Jewelry of rare craftsmanship glimmered under the sun—pendants forged from the finest rubies, bracelets adorned with sapphires, rings encased in delicate silver filigree.

It was a grand display, excessive in its intricacy. Yet, what unsettled Viana most was not just the gifts themselves. It was the fact that they had been sent to the King and Queen as well.

This was not a simple act of noble courtesy. Lazarus had woven his presence into the royal household too deeply, too publicly.

Sina stood beside her, her lips pressed into a thin line as she observed the opulent display. "These arrived an hour ago," Sina murmured, her voice low and controlled. "From Count Lazarus. Along with news of—other donations."

Viana frowned slightly, looking up. "Other donations?"

Sina nodded, hesitating briefly before she continued. "He has given a large sum to the temple, to the soldiers returning from the border campaign, to small merchants struggling after the recent shortages. He’s sent funds to orphanages. Even to the slums."

A chill ran down Viana’s spine. Not because generosity was unusual among nobles, but because Lazarus had never been the kind to give without expecting something in return.

He wasn’t simply gifting her rare jewels. He was buying favor.

From the streets. From the military. From the Temple. From the struggling business that would now look upon his name with gratitude instead of suspicion.

Viana carefully closed the lids of the jewelry boxes, sealing them with precise movements. Her heartbeat remained steady, yet a sharp unease pulsed beneath the calm.

"He’s laying the groundwork," she said, more to herself than to Sina.

Sina inhaled slowly. "For what?"

Viana already knew the answer.

For influence. For control. For power. For Viana as his trophy.

Gifts such as these, donations such as those—they were not acts of benevolence. They were investments.

The King and Queen would not dismiss his generosity without acknowledging it. The merchants would not reject his coin without spreading praise.

The soldiers would not forger who filled their pockets when the war efforts had drained them dry. And the orphanages, the slums—those in most desperate need—would now have his name whispered among them like a savior.

She exhaled slowly, the breath a quiet release of tension.

"You should send them back," Sina said carefully, her voice gentle but firm.

Viana didn’t answer immediately. Sending them back meant refusing the gifts publicly, rejecting a nobleman’s goodwill, and creating tension where none had yet been named.

Keeping them meant accepting the game he was playing, knowing full well she would be trapped within its intricate web. Neither option sat well with her.

Sina studied her closely, her voice quieter now. "What will you do?"

Viana looked down at the glinting jewels once more, then at the sealed letters detailing Lazarus’s extensive donations. She had spent years refusing to play his game. But now, he was changing the rules.

"I’ll let my parents decide first," she murmured, her voice calm despite the growing unease inside her.

For once, she wasn’t the only piece being moved on the board. Lazarus wasn’t just sending gifts.

He was claiming his place within the kingdom itself. And that terrified her more than anything.

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