I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 807: Marry Me [Golden Ticket Chapter Bonus]

Leandros’s comprehension deepened. He was beginning to understand that this was not simply about power.

This was about intelligence, calculation, and the willingness to leverage personal information.

Rhys turned to face Miriame.

She stood alone now in the water that had risen to shoulder height. Sylvia was bleeding and incapacitated, her body barely holding itself at the surface of the liquid.

Bastian had surrendered. The water was slowing Miriame’s movements to quarter speed at best.

She was alone against Rhys in an arena designed entirely to his specifications.

Rhys’s eyes moved to Leandros.

He smiled.

Not a smile of triumph. Not a smile of joy. A smile of cold certainty.

A smile that communicated comprehension and intent. A smile that Rhys understood exactly what he was about to do and that he found satisfaction in the prospect of doing it.

The smile was a weapon. It was directed at Leandros. It was communication that did not require words.

Leandros’s ancient face had gone completely pale. His hand was gripping the railing again, but his grip had changed.

It was no longer the grip of someone attempting to maintain control. It was the grip of someone attempting to prevent themselves from collapsing.

Miriame’s body was shaking. Her earth magic and light magic were gathering around her defensively, but they were pale substitutes for actual capability against what she was facing.

She observed Sylvia’s predicament. She recognized Rhys’s capabilities. She anticipated a similar outcome for herself.

Rhys moved toward her slowly.

Each step carried him through the water effortlessly. His wind magic enhanced his movement. The water that was slowing Miriame to crawling speeds was accelerating him instead.

The liquid becoming a tool of his power rather than a limitation.

He reached her.

Miriame raised her hands defensively, attempting to create barriers of earth magic and light magic.

Rhys parried her defenses with minimal effort.

His water walls formed around her attacks and absorbed their force.

He gripped her arm and pulled her close until they were face to face, until her body was completely within his control, until she could see the absolute certainty in his eyes.

He leaned in and whispered words that only she could hear.

His voice was low enough that the stadium could not intercept the communication, intimate enough that it was clearly personal.

“This is happening because of what our nation has done to me,” he said, his voice low and full of hate. “This is happening because of how the Council has treated me. This is happening because of your father, especially. And he is going to watch while I break his princess in half.”

He released her arm and stepped back slightly, maintaining eye contact with Leandros while continuing to hold Miriame’s body within his grip. His eyes met his across the distance of the arena, and his smile widened.

The message was clear. The implication was unmistakable. Rhys was going to destroy Miriame while Leandros watched, and Leandros would be forced to witness it, knowing that he had created this moment through his own actions.

“But there is another option,” Rhys said, his voice carrying enough volume that the entire stadium could hear him. “An option that saves you from permanent crippling. An option that transforms what would be your destruction into something far more.”

The Council members were leaning forward. Observers through scrying mirrors were processing what they were witnessing. This was no longer a simple tournament. This was a political act. This was a negotiation under threat.

Rhys’s voice dropped again as he spoke directly to Miriame, his words intended for her ears alone despite the chaos of the arena and the intensity of the moment.

“Agree to be my fiancée. Agree to be the future Queen of Caeloria. Agree to stand at my side as I reshape our continent, and I will not cripple you. I will not destroy you. I will not leave you broken and scarred for the remainder of your life. I will make you an offer that your father could never provide… Genuine power, status, and meaning beyond being the daughter of a Council member.”

He paused, allowing the words to settle into her consciousness and for her to process the alternatives being offered.

“Or I can break you exactly as I promised your father, right before his eyes, while he understands that he created this moment through his treatment of me and his treatment of the Vilebloods he deemed beneath his consideration.”