Enslaved by the Crown: The Weakest Slave Has the Strongest Ability

It had been two days since half of the southern military district had been torn apart.

The damage was impossible to hide. Even from the northern side of the estate, the scars could be seen: blackened rooftops, sections of collapsed walls, shattered windows, and smoke that still clung to parts of the horizon whenever the wind turned.

Rowan stood beside one of the library’s tall windows, staring toward the distant military quarter.

”Who would have done something like that?”

The question had been whispered more than spoken.

The estate had been under heightened security ever since the incident. Guards had been stationed near every entrance, workers were being questioned before entering restricted sections, and even the library.....usually one of the quieter places in Korrandis.....had begun seeing patrols throughout the day.

Rowan gathered the papers beneath his arm and made his way toward the library.

He had spent most of the previous two days listening to rumors.

No one seemed to know exactly what had happened.

Some claimed an enemy faction had infiltrated the military district. Others insisted it had been a failed assassination attempt. A few even whispered that a powerful Pathway user had attacked the estate.

The official reports were far less dramatic.

An unidentified breach.

Multiple security failures.

Several damaged facilities.

And two unidentified intruders.

There had apparently been a third person with them.

A boy.

That last detail had stayed with Rowan.

He entered the library and began arranging the books that had been left out the previous evening. His hands continued working, but his thoughts had long since drifted elsewhere.

Caiden.

The boy had disappeared on the same night.

Rowan had not seen him since.

The more he thought about the timing, the less he believed in coincidence.

Two unidentified men.

A teenage boy.

A large-scale intrusion into the military district.

And Caiden disappearing at precisely the same time.

Rowan slowly lowered the book in his hands.

There was something else.

Months ago, Caiden had asked him for a map.

He had wanted to know what lay beyond the visible estate, particularly toward the south.

At the time, Rowan had thought the question strange but harmless. Caiden had always been curious, and he had assumed the boy was merely trying to understand the enormous household he’d found himself living in.

Then there had been other things.

The questions about the military district.

The questions about restricted areas.

The way Caiden had studied the map rather than merely looking at it.

Rowan’s expression slowly changed.

”He was planning something.”

The words left him quietly.

Suddenly, pieces that had seemed unrelated began fitting together.

Caiden had never been as simple as he appeared.

Rowan had known that from the beginning.

The boy was too observant. Too careful with his words. Too quick to notice things people usually overlooked.

And now...

Rowan looked toward the library doors.

If Caiden really had been involved, then he had not merely stumbled into what happened that night.

He had gone there deliberately.

Perhaps he had even known exactly when to move.

The timing mattered.

The head of House Korrandis had been away from the estate with several senior officials when the attack occurred. So had many of the people who normally controlled the military district.

Whoever had planned the infiltration had known that.

Rowan’s stomach tightened.

Someone had planned this long before that night.

The library doors suddenly flew open.

Rowan turned.

The butler entered with such force that one of the nearby attendants nearly stepped aside to avoid him.

”Rowan.”

The older librarian straightened.

The butler’s face was unusually stern.

”Where is Caiden?”

Rowan hesitated.

The question confirmed what he’d already suspected.

”You mean my assistant?”

”Yes.”

The butler’s eyes narrowed.

”We have been searching for him since the incident.”

Rowan placed the book carefully on the desk.

”There is no need for all this alarm.” Rowan replied.

The butler frowned.

”What?”

”That boy bought his freedom.”

The words came more casually than Rowan intended.

”He came to me that evening with the money. Paid the remainder of his contract and left the estate. I was going to inform you in the morning, but...” He glanced toward the damaged horizon. ”You can imagine why it slipped my mind.”

The butler stared at him.

”You’re certain?”

”Quite.”

For a moment, the man’s suspicion seemed to ease.

”Oh.”

Then his expression changed again.

”Where is the money?”

Rowan’s hand rested unconsciously against the side of the desk.

He had hoped that question might not come.

Slowly, reluctantly, he reached inside his robe and withdrew the pouch.

’My precious money.’

The thought came with such bitterness that Rowan almost smiled at himself.

He handed it over.

The butler weighed the pouch in his palm, checking its contents by feel.

”That settles it, then.”

”Yes.”

The butler turned toward the door.

”Very well. Continue your work.”

When the door closed behind him, the library seemed strangely quiet.

Rowan remained standing beside the desk.

His gaze fell to the empty chair that had belonged to Caiden.

For a while, he said nothing.

He still couldn’t quite explain why he’d helped that boy.

Perhaps it was because, somewhere along the way, Caiden had reminded him of himself.

Not the man he had become.

The person he’d once been.

Young.

Restless.

Convinced that there was a world beyond the place he’d been born into, and that somehow he would find a way to reach it.

Rowan had arrived at Korrandis as a slave.

He had worked.

Learned.

Earned trust slowly enough that people eventually forgot where he’d started.

When he’d finally accumulated enough to buy his freedom, he could have left.

He hadn’t.

He had come to love the library, the quiet, the knowledge, and eventually the people who worked around him. So he’d chosen to remain.

Years passed.

He awakened.

His usefulness to House Korrandis grew.

He helped when asked.

He kept records.

He served faithfully.

He never demanded anything in return.

And then one mistake had been enough to remind him what that loyalty was worth.

He had been seen where he should never have been.

The hidden journal room.

The secret records.

After that, none of the years he’d given Korrandis had mattered.

Not his service.

Not his loyalty.

Not everything he’d done for the household.

One secret had been enough to change how they looked at him.

Rowan leaned back against the desk.

Perhaps that was why Caiden had affected him.

Perhaps he’d seen a younger version of himself in that boy and recognized something he’d forgotten.

A different path.

One that might have led somewhere else.

What would his life have looked like if he’d taken the money and walked away the moment he’d bought his freedom?

Would he have awakened somewhere else?

Would he have discovered things Korrandis had never allowed him to see?

Would he have become someone entirely different?

Rowan looked toward the empty chair again.

He found himself wondering whether Caiden had already become that person.

Maybe leaving was the right choice.

Maybe staying had always been his mistake.

A faint, tired smile crossed his face.

”Take care of yourself, young one.”

The library offered no answer.

Only the quiet rustle of turning pages somewhere in the distance.

Rowan returned to his work, though for the first time in many years, he found himself wondering what his own life might have looked like had he chosen differently.