The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star Chapter 121: You have no idea

"Thank every god still employed."

Liam’s mouth twitched despite himself.

zos sighed like a man burdened by gods, leaned back into his chair, and reached for a specific tab.

Noah’s expression flattened into resignation.

Kamal glanced once toward the door.

Arik’s attention sharpened imdiately.

’There it is again,’ Liam thought. ’Agaronian silence before consequence.’

zos opened a second projection above the table. It was not the schedule this ti. It was a map of the diplomatic residence, the lower service arteries beneath it, the controlled paths leading toward Lab V, and several red-marked zones that Liam recognized imdiately as places no one should have been able to map without either years of local access or a criminal disregard for Wrohan sovereignty.

Possibly both.

"If Lord Liam returns to Lab V," zos said, "he cannot go alone."

Liam stared at him, then he looked at Arik, then Noah, and then Kamal, because apparently even breakfast now required witnesses.

"I was not aware I had applied for escort services."

"You did not," zos said. "You acquired them by bonding with the Crown Prince of Agaron."

Noah made a soft sound into his cup.

Liam turned slowly back toward zos. "That sounded like an accusation."

"It was a security assessnt."

"It had tone."

"It deserved tone."

Arik’s expression remained calm, but the bond ward with sothing suspiciously close to amusent.

Liam ignored it, because encouraging him would be dangerous for civilization.

"I have gone to Lab V alone for years," Liam said.

"Yes," zos replied. "And that was already an unacceptable risk."

Liam blinked.

zos continued before he could object. "Felix Canmore will discover the bond eventually. Perhaps not today. Perhaps not tomorrow. But your ether signature has changed, your scent has changed, your political value has changed, and your use as leverage has increased beyond what Wrohan factions were already calculating."

The room stilled.

Even Noah stopped pretending to be careless.

Liam’s fingers tightened around his coffee cup.

zos’s voice did not soften, which sohow made it worse. "You were in danger before. Now it is worse."

Arik’s presence shifted beside him, quiet and heavy.

Liam felt his restraint through the bond like the first deep pressure before a storm.

"I am not helpless," Liam said.

"No," zos agreed imdiately. "That is why this is more complicated. Helpless people hide. You build illegal civilian infrastructure under a hostile royal capital and then attempt to walk back into it with damp hair and poor sleep."

Noah closed his eyes. "That was cruelly accurate."

Liam pointed at him, crimson eyes narrowed. "You do not get to speak."

"I am an innocent administrative casualty."

"You are drinking juice out of a crystal glass while judging my life choices."

"It is excellent juice."

Kamal inclined his head faintly, as if accepting professional praise.

zos ignored all of them with the discipline of a man who had survived imperial family dinners.

"His Highness cannot accompany you today," he said. "Nor should he. His schedule is already overloaded, and several of the matters require his direct presence."

Liam glanced at Arik.

Arik looked almost serene, like all the possessiveness and alpha instincts didn’t exist. "And Noah?" Liam asked, because if he had to be trapped inside soone’s security arrangent, he preferred to make the process as inconvenient as possible.

Noah’s head lifted, green eye widening. "Absolutely not."

Liam’s brows rose.

Noah pointed at him again, this ti without toast. "Do not look betrayed. I am very important."

"You said that like you were trying to convince yourself."

"I am Claymore’s heir," Noah said, offended. "I have a wife, a mate, an entire duchy’s logistical spine breathing down my neck, three Agaronian supply channels to stabilize, and about forty-seven reports I have avoided for emotional reasons."

zos looked at him.

Noah cleared his throat. "For strategic reasons."

"Better," zos said.

Liam looked between them. "So Arik is too busy, Noah is suddenly vital to governnt, and you—"

"Remain with His Highness," zos said.

"Because you are his chief security."

"Yes."

"And I am being assigned soone?"

"At least temporarily."

Liam leaned back in his chair.

The coffee had betrayed him. The room had betrayed him. His own bond was quietly, warmly pleased by the idea of him not being murdered in a corridor, which felt unfairly difficult to argue against.

"Who?" he asked.

zos tapped the projection once.

A new file opened.

Na. Rank. Service history. Redacted sections. Too many redacted sections.

Liam read the first line.

Douglas Stanford.

The image attached showed a man in his early forties with dark brown hair cut neatly short, pale amber eyes, and the kind of calm expression that suggested he had once watched a building explode and considered it an inconvenience to the schedule.

Noah exhaled.

"Oh," he said. "Him."

Liam looked at Noah. "That sounded ominous."

"It is not ominous," Noah said. "It is just... very Agaronian."

"That is ominous."

Arik’s mouth curved faintly.

zos continued, "Douglas Stanford served under the Eastern External Guard Division before being transferred into imperial diplomatic protection. He has experience with hostile courts, embedded routes, controlled extraction, and high-value civilian assets who dislike being described as assets."

Liam stared at him.

zos t his gaze evenly.

"Yes," he said. "That part is relevant."

"I hate all of you," Liam said softly.

Noah brushed his blonde hair back and sighed. "Douglas is the youngest son of Edward Stanford. The imperial steward and chief of the imperial household. You will et him in Agaron, and he’s famous for hiding the good cognac from Arik."

Kamal’s hand paused over the coffee service.

zos closed his eyes for one asured second.

Arik looked at Noah with the mild, lethal disappointnt of a prince who had just watched a classified personnel introduction beco family gossip before breakfast.

Noah shrugged. "What? It’s true."

Kamal sighed and looked to Arik like he saw a man that never truly changed.

"I take it you never changed, Your Highness."

The room went quiet in a way Liam did not imdiately understand.

It was the silence of several people realizing, at once, that a sentence had stepped very close to a locked door and politely knocked.

Arik’s golden gaze moved to Kamal.

Kamal’s expression did not change, but sothing older passed through his eyes. Recognition, if one was particularly rciful, threaded with the restrained irritation of a man who had once managed a disaster with a crown and had the misfortune of seeing the sa disaster reborn with better manners.

Noah lowered his cup very slowly.

zos beca still.

Liam looked between them.

"What does that an?"

Kamal’s face smoothed at once.

"It ans," he said, with impeccable dignity, "that His Highness has inherited several habits of difficult n before him."

Liam narrowed his eyes. "Several habits."

"Yes."

"Such as?"

Kamal glanced briefly at Arik.

Arik looked as though he would rather negotiate with Felix in a collapsing tunnel than answer.

Noah, of course, chose violence.

"Alcohol."

Arik turned his head toward him.

Noah lifted both hands. "What? That is the safest version."

Liam stared. "Alcohol."

Kamal exhaled faintly. "Agaronian royalty has historically suffered from a troubling confidence in its own tolerance."

"That is the most diplomatic way anyone has ever said ’drinks too much,’" Liam said.

Noah’s mouth twitched. "You have no idea."