#Chapter 192: The Conman's Return

Amelia The broadcast hit before sunrise, static flickering across every public screen, bleeding into household feeds, station walls, and personal comms. It cut through scheduled programs and sleep cycles alike, commanding attention with the kind of presence only a well-planned revolution knows how to wield, and there he was, David. His face filled the frames with theatrical precision, familiar and sharpened by purpose. He no longer resembled the disowned heir lurking in the palace shadows; he looked regal in that overly composed, military way, too crisp, too polished, every detail of his image sculpted to evoke reverence. His hair had been combed back and frozen in place, his navy uniform spotless but severe, and behind him, a red banner hung against pale limestone: a blood-drop circled by wolf fangs, framed in gold, a new crest for a new dominion. “I am Commander David of the New Blood Dominion,” he said, voice sharp and rehearsed. “I speak for those who have been silenced, fo