Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Sage Meets Athea 2

Athea walked into the room, or rather, she glided, her movement fluid and precise, as though gravity itself had negotiated terms with her.

She wore a dark, tailored dress that seemed to absorb the light around it, making her appear almost like a living shadow against the pristine white of the suite.

When their eyes met, the first thing Sage noticed was the resemblance. The woman’s eyes, ice-blue, piercing were the exact same shade as Zaeryn’s, set above the same sharp, aristocratic cheekbones.

’Well, she is his mother,’ Sage thought, keeping her expression warm and professional as the princess approached.

Athea stopped in the center of the room, her gaze sweeping over Sage with an assessment that felt like a physical scan, methodical, thorough, reading data Sage couldn’t see.

"Dr. Stellan," Athea said, her voice cool and melodic. "I trust the accommodations are suitable?"

Sage gave a respectful nod. "They are. Thank you, Your Highness."

"On behalf of the Queendom, I should be thanking you." Athea clasped her hands in front of her, posture perfect. "You left Stellan Innovations, a position where you were second only to your mother, wielding influence that rivals some imperial seats. To leave that autonomy, that power, to come here and serve directly?" She offered a faint nod of approval. "That is commendable. Sacrifice is the currency of survival, and you’ve already paid a high price."

Sage held the princess’s gaze steadily.

Most people wouldn’t dare look directly into Athea’s eyes for long there was an instinctive fear response, a primal recognition of absolute authority. But Sage refused to be intimidated, even as she felt the weight of that presence bearing down on her.

Not that Athea was actively trying to intimidate her. But it was still difficult. The princess radiated a kind of pressure that had nothing to do with Vitae and everything to do with unshakeable, concentrated power.

"Influence is a currency, Your Highness," Sage replied, voice steady and measured. "It buys resources, it buys time. But it doesn’t solve the fundamental problem." She took a small step forward, closing the distance just enough to demonstrate confidence. "At Stellan Innovations, I was managing a legacy. Here, I have the chance to secure this world’s future. That means more to me than any corporate title or board seat."

Athea’s expression didn’t change, but something in the room shifted. The cold assessment in her eyes transformed into something closer to genuine intellectual respect. She didn’t smile, but she nodded, a gesture that felt significant coming from her.

"A pragmatist," Athea murmured, the word sounding like a rare compliment. "I prefer that to an idealist. Idealists burn out when they confront the ugly reality of what survival requires. Pragmatists simply find the most efficient path through the fire."

She turned slightly, walking toward the massive window with her hands clasped behind her back. "To be chosen for the Aegis Division requires exceptional ability. Your file demonstrates that clearly. You see patterns where others see only chaos. You seek to rewrite fundamental rules rather than simply work within them."

Athea turned back, her silhouette framed by the glittering cityscape. Her eyes were piercing, seeming to see through every layer of defense.

"That is a dangerous quality," she said softly. "But it is exactly what we need. The Vorthak do not play by our rules. To defeat them, we need minds willing to break the board entirely."

Sage nodded. "I’m ready to begin immediately."

"You seem eager," Athea observed, a faint smile touching her lips. "That’s useful."

She studied Sage for a long moment, the assessment continuing. Then something shifted in her expression, not quite warmth, but perhaps acknowledgment.

"I hope you can deliver results that match your confidence." Athea walked slowly back toward Sage, letting silence stretch between them. "I imagine you left quite a bit behind in Sector 7. Your mother and family certainly... but there are usually other anchors."

She stopped beside Sage, turning her head so those ice-blue eyes locked onto hers. "Friends? A partner, perhaps?"

The question landed with deceptive smoothness, buried under polite curiosity. But Sage felt its weight immediately. Athea knew, she had to know about Zaeryn. This wasn’t small talk. This was a test, checking whether Sage saw him as a liability to be cut away, or if she remained attached.

Sage kept her expression perfectly controlled. "I did leave someone. My partner. It wasn’t an easy decision."

"I see." Athea’s gaze didn’t waver. "Long distance can be... distracting. For someone in your position, attachments can become vulnerabilities. Are you certain he’s worth the complication?"

There was something deliberately casual about how she said "he," something that made Sage’s analytical mind work faster. The princess knew exactly who she was talking about, and there was a clinical distance in her tone that spoke volumes.

’Is that how you think of him?’ Sage thought, careful to keep any reaction off her face. The pieces were falling into place, why Athea had remained absent from Zaeryn’s life, why there was no maternal connection despite the biological reality.

"Worth it?" Sage let a small, confident smile touch her lips. "Without question. In my work, everything is data, variables, predictable outcomes. He’s none of those things. He’s the kind of chaos that keeps you sharp,"

Athea watched her closely, expression unreadable. "You speak of him as though he’s an anomaly."

Sage’s heart skipped at that specific word, but she maintained her composure. "He is. He sees the world differently than most. He’s resilient in ways I haven’t encountered before, adaptable, determined. He doesn’t break under pressure; he recalibrates."

A flicker of something passed behind Athea’s ice-blue eyes a micro-expression that might have been recognition, possibly even pride, instantly smothered by iron control. But Sage caught it. She saw the mother recognizing the description of her son, even if she wouldn’t acknowledge it.

"Resilience," Athea repeated, testing the word on her tongue. "A valuable trait. Uncommon." She took a step closer, her voice dropping to something more conversational, almost intimate. "Does he understand what you do? The scope of your work here?"

"He knows I’m here to make a difference. He supports that completely. He’s not intimidated by power or ambition his or anyone else’s."

Athea made a soft sound, not quite agreement but not dismissal either. "Interesting." She moved to the window, looking out at the city she ruled from the shadows. "If he truly possesses that resilience, guard it carefully. Rare things tend to break first in this city. The pressure here is... considerable."

There was something in her tone not quite warning, not quite regret. Just a statement of fact from someone who’d seen countless things shatter under the weight of power and politics.

"I understand," Sage said quietly.

Athea turned back from the window, her expression settling back into that cool, professional mask. "Good. Then let’s discuss your actual work here. The Aegis Division has several priority projects that require immediate attention..."

Meanwhile back at the academy

The dull thud of Zaeryn’s back hitting the mat echoed through the Aegis Chamber. For a second, the only thing he saw was the hexagonal pattern of the ceiling panels above him.

"You’re wide open on the left," Jyn chimed, her face popping into his field of view a second later. Her honey-blonde ponytail swung back and forth as she loomed over him, hands on her hips. "Honestly, Zaeryn, for someone who stood up to Leia, you sure do spend a lot of time on the floor with me."

Zaeryn let out a breath, wincing slightly. She was fast. Her ability might be projecting bolts, but she didn’t need Vitae to be quick on her feet.

"I’m pacing myself," Zaeryn groaned, offering a lopsided grin from his position on the floor. "Did you have to sweep the leg that hard?"

"You have to commit to the strike," she said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Besides, you’re durable. I saw you take a necrotic punch to the ribs yesterday. A little trip isn’t going to break you."

She leaned down, offering a hand. "Come on, anomaly. Up you get. You don’t stand a chance if you just lay there looking pretty."

Zaeryn looked at her hand, then up at her grinning face. She was relaxed, guard down, expecting him to just take the help. It was the perfect opening.

"Yeah, you’re right," he murmured.

He reached up and grasped her forearm. But instead of using her leverage to pull himself up, he engaged his core and yanked.

Jyn yelped, her balance instantly compromised.

Zaeryn twisted his body as she fell, using his momentum and the raw strength to control the fall. They hit the smart-foam mat with a soft whump, but Zaeryn didn’t stop moving. He rolled, using his weight to flip their positions before she could scramble away.

In a heartbeat, the dynamic shifted. Jyn was on her back, breathless and wide-eyed, with Zaeryn hovering over her, his knees bracketing her hips to pin her in place. He caught her wrists before she could instinctively shove him off, pinning them gently but firmly above her head.

The laughter died in Jyn’s throat. Her chest heaved against the fabric of her uniform, her face flushed a sudden, deep pink.

"You were saying?" Zaeryn asked, his voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. He leaned in closer, letting her feel the weight of him, the reality of his strength. "Something about not standing a chance?"

Jyn swallowed hard, her eyes darting from his lips to his eyes. The playful energy that usually buzzed around her shifted into something heavier, thicker. "That was... a dirty trick," she whispered, though her hands didn’t fight his grip. If anything, her body relaxed into the mat, arching slightly toward him.

"Valid tactic," Zaeryn corrected, echoing Zelda’s words from the day before. "Never assume your opponent is down until they’re out."

Jyn didn’t struggle. Instead, she shifted subtly, arching her back so her hips pressed upward, the fabric of her uniform sliding against his. The movement was small, but unmistakable, a deliberate adjustment that brought them even closer. Her gaze, which had been darting between his lips and eyes, now held something bolder a challenge wrapped in an invitation.

"Okay," Jyn breathed, a small, daring smile curving her lips. "You made your point. You’re on top." She tilted her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat, her pulse visibly fluttering beneath the skin. "So... what are you going to do about it?"

Zaeryn stared down at Jyn. Her challenge hung in the air between them, bold and electric. What was he going to do about it? The answer was simple.

He leaned in, closing the small distance between them, and captured her mouth in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was deep, confident, a direct response to her dare.

Not expecting him to do that, Jyn gasped against his lips, a sound of surprise that quickly melted into a soft hum of approval. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed in his grip, not fighting, but holding on. She kissed him back with the same fiery energy she brought to everything else, her tongue tangling with his, bold and eager.

For a few seconds, the Aegis Chamber ceased to exist. The sound of the dampeners, the thud of bodies hitting mats, the sharp commands of instructor Zelda, it all faded into background noise against the heat of her body beneath his and the taste of her on his tongue.

Then reality crashed back in.

"Whoa, okay then," a voice drawled from nearby.

Zaeryn broke the kiss but didn’t move off her, glancing sideways to see Morticia standing a few feet away. She had paused mid-spar, her opponent forgotten, staring at them with an expression that was half-amused, half-incredulous.

"What the fuck?" Morticia laughed, shaking her head. "Training session, Zaeryn. Not a date."

A ripple of whispers spread outward from their spot on the floor as other students noticed the scene.

"Are they... seriously?"

"Right in the middle of the mat? They have no shame."

"I mean... I’m not mad about the view."

"Bold. Stupid, but bold."

Jyn flushed a brilliant red, but she didn’t look away from Zaeryn, a grin still tugging at her swollen lips. "Oops," she whispered.

"Zaeryn! Jyn!"

The voice echoed, silencing all the murmurs in an instant. The crowd parted instantly as Instructor Zelda walked toward them, her boots clicking ominously against the floor. Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated annoyance.