Lucian stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking the vast landscape of his empire. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the bustling streets of the capital. Despite the outward calm, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air. The remnants of the Church still lurked in the shadows, plotting their next move, and Lucian knew that his empire's stability was still fragile.
He turned, hearing the soft footfalls of Gaius approaching. The former inquisitor had proven his worth on the battlefield, but Lucian knew trust was something that needed to be earned over time. This alliance, forged in necessity, had the potential to change everything — for better or for worse.
"Gaius," Lucian greeted, his voice measured. "I've been thinking about your proposal."