My life as a king

Chapter Title: "The Calm Before the Storm"

Fifteen days passed in a strange, almost eerie silence in the royal palace. It was as if the kingdom itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. But inside the palace walls, Roman was preparing himself for what he knew was inevitable. The increase in the number of Royal Guards had been swift, and he had grown the force from 1,850 to a staggering 3,350 soldiers, all thanks to the daily influx of soldiers provided by the Golden Finger system panel. This continuous addition of loyal system troops had given him the security he needed to feel confident in the palace's defense.

Roman was not naive. He knew something was coming, and he was ready. The tension in the air was palpable, like the calm before a massive storm. He had solidified his power within the palace, but it wasn't enough. He needed to face the threat head-on, to remove the shadow of the Prime Minister and the Nobles that loomed over him. He was ready for the assassination attempt he knew was coming—an attempt that, if he survived, would solidify his position and give him the leverage he needed to counterattack the Prime Minister's influence.

Roman stood in his chambers, watching the soldiers march in formation outside. His gaze was unwavering. He knew the importance of what was about to happen. If he could overcome this assassination, he would have the reason, the power, and the authority to strike at the heart of the Prime Minister's faction. He would gain control over the kingdom's political future, and his rule would be unchallenged. But this didn't mean he could afford to be careless. He had to be vigilant.

The Prime Minister, however, was also preparing for what he believed would be his ultimate victory. In the shadows, he had been pulling the strings, manipulating the Duke and the Marquess into his plan to remove Roman from power. They were his allies in this political game, both eager to claim the throne for themselves. Together, they had set the stage for the assassination, believing that Roman's sudden rise to power posed a threat to their ambitions. The Prime Minister, the Duke, and the Marquess had spent their wealth and resources to ensure the success of their plan. They had enlisted the help of over 2,000 assassins—mercenaries, rogue soldiers, and spies from across the land—prepared to infiltrate the palace and take Roman's life. Money had exchanged hands, and soldiers had been dispatched into the underworld, all in preparation for this single, final strike.

Roman had prepared for this day by making sure that all his forces were in place. His guards were his system troops—loyal, strong, and powerful. Their unflinching loyalty was guaranteed. Even with this enormous advantage, Roman knew that there were still hidden threats in the palace—spies and informants that might be working for the Prime Minister or the Nobles. This was why, over the last fifteen days, Roman had taken painstaking measures to ensure his own security. Every room, every corridor had been meticulously guarded by his troops. And now, with the Royal Guard numbering over 3,350 soldiers, Roman had made the palace into an impenetrable fortress. Not even the smallest piece of information could slip through his defenses.

Roman wasn't just relying on the sheer number of troops in the palace. His soldiers, though still raw compared to the elite warriors of the kingdom, had become battle-hardened after many small skirmishes. The continuous training, the constant battle with gangs and unruly elements in the capital, had shaped them into a formidable force. But Roman's real strength came from his ability to see beyond the surface, to read the moves of his enemies before they made them. His strategic mind, honed by the power of the Golden Finger system, was a sharp blade, and he wielded it with precision.

He had been planning for this moment for weeks, knowing that the attack on his life was not a matter of if, but when. The Prime Minister and the Nobles were not going to let him continue unchecked. They had seen his power grow, and they feared it. Roman knew this would be his chance to strike back, not with just his sword, but with his mind and the loyalty of his soldiers.

The assassination attempt was to be launched in the dead of night, when the palace was quiet and the guards were at their most vulnerable. Roman had already anticipated this, however, and had ordered his soldiers to remain vigilant. The night was still, and yet the air felt thick with the tension of the impending battle. Roman knew the Prime Minister's forces would not be the only ones to strike. There would be traitors, spies, and mercenaries among the ranks. But his system troops, loyal to him above all else, would remain by his side.

As night fell, Roman stood on the balcony of his palace, looking out over the kingdom. The stars above seemed to twinkle like they were waiting for something. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was the moment of reckoning. The calm was about to be shattered, and he would have to face whatever came his way. His heart pounded with anticipation. He had no illusions about the dangers that lay ahead, but he also knew this was his chance to emerge victorious. If he survived, if he defeated the assassination attempt, he would have the power to reshape the entire kingdom.

Inside the palace, everything was in motion. The Royal Guard was spread out across the grounds, each soldier standing at their post with unwavering loyalty. The Duke and Marquess, completely unaware of Roman's preparations, believed that their forces would catch the king off guard. They thought they had the upper hand. But they underestimated Roman's resolve and his ability to read the battlefield. The Prime Minister, too, thought the moment was ripe for his success, but Roman had already anticipated his every move.

Roman's mind was sharp, and he used every resource at his disposal to prepare for the inevitable clash. His system troops were disciplined and well-trained, and Roman had faith that they would hold the line. His advantage was in the knowledge that his enemies underestimated him—they thought him to be a mere child, a king without experience. They were wrong. Roman had learned the ways of war, strategy, and leadership in the most brutal of environments, and he would not be easily defeated.

The first signs of the attack came in small movements, the shifting of shadows in the darkened corridors, whispers in the night. But Roman's eyes were everywhere. The palace's security had been doubled, and every corner was watched. The tension was unbearable, but Roman stood firm, knowing that this was only the beginning of what would be a long, difficult road to true power. His time would come, but for now, he had to weather the storm.

And as the night deepened, and the stars above continued their silent vigil, Roman stood ready, his mind focused, his troops prepared, and his resolve unshaken. He would face whatever came next—head-on—and emerge victorious.