An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2518

Chapter 2518

“Greetings to His Royal Highness the Prince!”

As soon as Tristan arrived at the door, Kairo quickly set aside his grief. Leading the entire Ballard family, he stepped forward and bowed in respect.

Before he could complete the gesture, Tristan raised a hand to stop him. “The dead are gone. There’s no need for formalities.”

He turned his gaze toward the portrait in the mourning hall and let out a quiet sigh. “General Tobias passed away too soon. It’s a great loss for Dragonmarsh. The departed are at peace, and the living must carry on. Please accept my condolences.”

Tears welled up in Kairo’s eyes as he cupped his hands and said, “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. This loss weighs heavily on me.”

Tristan gave a slight nod and looked around briefly before asking, “I heard the Duke of Lachshire collapsed from grief. How is he now?”

Kairo sighed. “He was overwhelmed with sorrow and anxiety, but he is stable now. He will need time to recover.”

“The Duke of Lachshire is a pillar of Dragonmarsh. It pains me to see him suffer such a blow,” Tristan said solemnly. “If he needs anything during his recovery, please let me know. I will do all I can to help.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Kairo bowed again.

He understood Tristan’s intentions immediately. Although Tristan was the eldest prince, he was the weakest among the contenders for the throne. If he wanted a real chance at ruling, he needed to secure strong allies—like the Ballard family. Their support would give him significant leverage in court.

Kairo was well aware of this, but he couldn’t openly acknowledge it. For now, all he could do was express his gratitude.

“The Second Prince has arrived!”

A voice called from outside, drawing everyone’s attention. Even Tristan turned to look.

A tall, sharp-eyed young man strode in with a commanding presence, flanked by several officials. His aura exuded strength and discipline, a clear mark of a seasoned warrior.

It was the second prince, Matthias.

“Greetings to His Royal Highness the Second Prince!” Kairo led the family in another respectful bow.

“No need for such formalities,” Matthias replied, raising his hand in acknowledgment. As he was about to speak, he caught sight of Tristan and momentarily frowned. However, his expression quickly returned to normal.

“Brother, I didn’t expect to see you here. What a surprise.” Matthias gave a half-smile.

“General Tobias gave his life for the nation. Naturally, I came to pay my respects,” Tristan replied evenly. “But you, Matthias, are always busy. It must have taken a lot for you to make time for this.”

“We both understand our responsibilities,” Matthias said, brushing aside the remark. He moved straight to the mourning hall, lit incense, and bowed deeply before the coffin. His actions were swift and purposeful, reflecting his decisive nature.

After paying his respects, Matthias turned to Kairo. “Mr. Ballard, how is the Duke of Lachshire’s condition?”

“His health is stable, but he needs rest,” Kairo replied.

“When a person passes, it’s like a candle going out. I hope the Duke takes care of himself,” Matthias said. “If your family needs anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I will do everything in my power to assist you.”

The familiar words made Tristan frown slightly.

“Thank you, Second Prince,” Kairo said, bowing again.

Like Tristan, Matthias was also seeking the Ballard family’s support. With his military background and strong influence in the army, their backing would give him an advantage in the race for the throne.

“The prince has arrived!”

Another voice rang out, making the atmosphere tense.

Tristan and Matthias exchanged looks before turning toward the entrance.

Another competitor had arrived.

Under the watchful eyes of the mourners, Prince Nathaniel strode in, accompanied by several officials. His presence was striking—handsome, refined, and carrying an air of quiet confidence. His sharp gaze swept across the room.

“Greetings, Your Highness the Prince!”

Kairo composed himself and led his family in another formal greeting.

He hadn’t expected all of Dragonmarsh’s most powerful princes to gather here. Looking at the scene, he knew this funeral was bound to become something more than just a farewell for the departed.

“Mr. Ballard, I share in your sorrow,” Nathaniel said with a heavy heart. “The Duke of Lachshire’s dedication to the kingdom is well known, and now General Tobias has sacrificed himself for the country. The Ballard family has shown nothing but loyalty and valor. I will personally ensure that your contributions are acknowledged by my parents so that your family receives the recognition it deserves.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Kairo bowed yet again.

The three princes now stood together in the mourning hall. Outwardly, they had come to offer condolences, but beneath the surface, they were engaged in a silent battle for influence.

Kairo could only hope that their competition would not escalate to the point of disrupting the solemnity of the occasion.

In the corner of the mourning hall, Dustin quietly observed the unfolding scene. He shook his head to himself.

He had never wished to be involved in court politics, yet circumstances had drawn him in.

Watching the three princes subtly maneuver for the throne, he couldn’t help but worry for the future of Dragonmarsh. If the wrong ruler ascended, the nation would be plunged into chaos.