Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega-Chapter 220: The main star (1)

Because Natalie did not vanish without purpose.

She did not drift through preparations in a haze of silk and indulgence like some ornamental noble girl waiting to be polished into presentation. She had been raised by Rafael and Gregoris, had grown up in and around imperial halls where beauty was only ever one weapon among many, and had spent enough of her life near Gabriel, Damian, and their children to understand that being seen was not the same thing as being safe. If Natalie was not in the middle of the logistical chaos bearing down on her own party, then she was somewhere useful.

Or somewhere dangerous.

With her, Rafael was no longer entirely certain those were separate categories.

"Where is she?" he asked.

Aylin turned another place card over with grave concentration. "Not here."

Rafael looked at her. "Thank you. What a staggering contribution."

She sighed the way only a nearly seven-year-old with entirely too much confidence could sigh. "I mean, she was here, then she wasn’t, which usually means she escaped politely."

"Escaped politely," Rafael repeated.

"Yes."

Gregoris, maddeningly, did not object to the phrasing. "She was with Gabriel earlier."

"That," Rafael said, "narrows nothing. Gabriel can be either a refining influence or the beginning of structural collapse."

Aylin looked up. "That depends on whether he’s in a good mood." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"That," Rafael informed the ceiling, "was not information I wanted from a child."

From the open terrace doors at the far end of the hall came a faint hum of the palace’s lower ether lines, a soft living current under the walls and floor that had become so natural to court life that most people no longer heard it unless something changed. The modernized western residence had been rebuilt after the fire decades ago with an entirely new circulation grid - ether conduits threaded invisibly through carved stone, climate veins under the marble, sound arrays hidden in the archwork, and security wards embedded in the glass itself. Tonight every system was running slightly hotter than usual. More lighting. More climate balancing for the number of guests. More surveillance layered under elegance. The palace was not only dressed up. It was awake.

Rafael hated that he could feel it.

He hated even more that it reminded him of Damian.

Before he could say anything else, quick footsteps crossed the threshold from the inner corridor, measured and light but not hesitant.

Frederik entered first.

At thirteen, he had reached the particular age where Rafael increasingly wanted to blame Gregoris for things that were not, strictly speaking, crimes. He had gained several unwanted centimeters in the last year alone and now carried himself with the kind of composed restraint that made older nobles forget he was a child until he spoke and they realized, too late, that underestimating him was a costly mistake.

Behind him came Arik.

Which, Rafael thought with immediate suspicion, explained everything and absolutely nothing.

Arik, first son of the emperor and empress, had long ago mastered the impossible balance of being recognizably Damian’s while still carrying something unmistakably Gabriel in the sharpness of his composure. Dark hair. Gold eyes inherited from old imperial blood and old ether, not softened by youth in the least. He was a few years older now than the last time Rafael had truly allowed himself to notice - old enough to carry princely authority without effort, young enough for that authority to still feel unfair on his face. Tonight he wore deep black formal tailoring threaded subtly at the cuffs and collar with imperial gold that caught the light only when he moved.

Beside him, Frederik looked almost worse.

The fact that the two of them together resembled the beginning of a highly disciplined coup did nothing for Rafael’s peace.

And between them... Natalie.

She walked in from the corridor with one hand still holding the skirt of a temporary fitting gown out of practicality rather than femininity; her ash blonde was only half pinned, a slim data tablet was in one hand, and the kind of serene expression Rafael distrusted on principle. The gown was not the final one, only a structure-fitted trial in ivory-grey silk lined with faint silver embroidery to test movement against the house jewels and lighting plan, but it still made the room remember itself around her.

Arik was carrying a small case.

Frederik was carrying another.

Rafael stared.

Then he turned very slowly toward Gregoris. "No."

Gregoris looked at the children. "It appears handled."

"Do not use your work voice on me."

Natalie came to a stop in front of them, looking from Rafael to Gregoris, then to Aylin, who had already abandoned the place cards in favor of openly staring at the procession.

"You all look tense," Natalie observed.

Aylin answered first. "You disappeared."

"I relocated."

"That is a suspicious word."

"It is a practical word."

Arik inclined his head politely toward Rafael and Gregoris. "My lords."

Frederik, who had learned enough by now not to bother pretending innocence in front of his father, said nothing at all.

Rafael narrowed his eyes at the cases in the boys’ hands. "What are those?"

Natalie answered before either of them could. "Solutions."

"That," Rafael said, "is never reassuring when spoken by someone who shares blood with Gregoris."

Arik’s mouth moved at one corner.

Natalie lifted the tablet. "The final jewel selection, the revised sequence for the entrance, and the corrected route between the east salon and the receiving stairs."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Rafael turned to Gregoris again. "Why is our daughter running military logistics in a dress fitting?"

"Because she is eighteen," Gregoris said, thought for a second, and added. "And because she just returned from a military academy?"

"I’m still asking myself why I accepted it." Rafael sighed.

Gregoris looked at him with the composed calm of a man who had never once believed that the phrase ’military academy’ and Natalie should exist in separate categories.

"Because she asked," he said.

Rafael stared. "That is not a reason. That is an administrative collapse disguised as parenting."

Aylin, now fully invested, swung her feet once beneath the chair and announced, "It worked, though."

"No one invited your analysis."

"That has never mattered before."