My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Sitting in his study, Ezra prepared for his scheduled video call with his Overseers. At this point, he knew he spent more time inside the study than outside but needs must.

He couldn't afford to stop. Not when he was still building the foundation of their future.

The whole room was sealed from the outside world, located at the heart of his estate.

With the lights off, the glow of the monitor illuminated the room. He leaned forward, fingers steepled in anticipation.

The once-fugitive prince was now a man of authority, overseeing multiple regions within his growing domain. His power was solidifying, but power was different from control.

He'd learnt that quickly. That and the benefit of theatrics. Why else would he have his room dark when there were perfectly functioning lights in the room.

That was to solidify himself as a figure of power and darkness in their mind. It was part of his new armoury of strategies. The blindfold had worked but now, he needed it no more.

The screen finally flickered, and three faces appeared before him.

Raphael Drayton, Aurelio Devereux, and Kieran.

He'd been so busy that he hadn't even had the time to shift them over to his side. But each one had performed their job perfectly, managing different aspects of his territory.

He gave them a curt nod, signaling the meeting had begun.

Raphael spoke first, speaking like he'd been born as a full grown soldier. "Fortifications along the eastern border are nearing completion."

"Patrols have increased, and our forces have begun integrated combat training to ensure we can handle any incursions. There have been no major threats, but minor skirmishes have occurred between rogue groups. We neutralized them with minimal casualties."

Ezra nodded approvingly. "Are the skirmishes random, or do they appear coordinated?"

Raphael adjusted his posture slightly, not even blinking. He looked like a lifelike statue.

"At first, they seemed like scattered outlaws. However, we captured a few of them alive, and after some persuasion, it appears that someone has been funding these disruptions."

Ezra's eyes narrowed. "A name?"

"Not yet." Raphael admitted. "But I suspect some of the older vampire covens are testing how far they can push. I'm working on tracing the source."

Ezra could understand what was going on. Some people were still holding grudges for not being the one to find the last relic, just like Sariel.

His voice was cold as he gave his order. "Find out who's behind it. If they think they can challenge me from the shadows, they'll learn otherwise."

"Understood." Raphael responded. "I'll double my efforts and make sure they're dealt with swiftly."

With that done, Ezra moved to Aurelio who leaned forward, a big smirk on his face. "Ah, the delightful world of politics." He drawled.

"I've been working from the background like you ordered, ensuring that our dear nobles and merchants remain compliant."

"Some of them attempted to test the waters of resistance, but I made it clear that defying your rule is not in their best interest. They are now rather… cooperative."

Ezra's expression remained neutral, but internally, he was pleased. "How did you achieve that?"

Aurelio waved a lazy hand. "A few words at the right time and place, some… strategic financial incentives, and a quite subtle reminder that alliances can be profitable or ruinous depending on the choices they make."

"Of course, some of the more stubborn ones needed… personal attention."

Ezra didn't ask for details. He knew what personal attention meant when Aurelio was involved. "Are there any I should be particularly concerned about?"

Aurelio leaned back in his chair, thinking about it. "Not immediately. Most of them are bending under the pressure. But there are whispers of some seeking external support. Possibly even from the Society."

Ezra clenched his jaw. "Keep a close eye on them. If anyone attempts to invite the Society into my territory, I want to know before they take a single step."

Aurelio's grin widened. "I wouldn't dream of letting it slip past me, my prince."

Finally, it was time for Kieran. The relative youth shifted, his enthusiasm still evident despite his attempts at professionalism.

"Trade and economic growth are surpassing expectations. Tax collection has been smooth, and with the surplus revenue, we have been able to invest in infrastructure projects to keep public sentiment in our favor."

"The holding company is nearly finalized, and once in place, it will ensure a steady flow of income independent of direct taxation."

Ezra listened, absorbing every detail. "Are there any weaknesses in our financial system that could be exploited?"

Kieran hesitated for only a moment before answering. "We are in a strong position, but if there is one concern, it would be the reliance on key industries."

"Trade is thriving, but if external supply chains were cut, it could cause strain on the economy. Diversifying our revenue streams would be ideal."

Ezra nodded. "Then begin identifying alternative resources and trade routes. I want a backup plan in place for every major revenue source."

Kieran smiled slightly, his confidence growing. "I already have a few ideas in motion. I'll make sure they're developed further."

"Good." Ezra nodded and after a few more orders, ended the call.

With that done, he leaned back in his chair, his mind already shifting to the next thing he had to do.

Ruling was not just about giving orders and making decrees. It was also about making sure every cog in the machine moved as it should.

His domain was growing stronger, but he needed to see beyond mere numbers and reports. He needed to see reality itself.

He stood, moving towards the bookshelf standing at a section of the study. With his aura, he activated the hidden switch, and the bookshelf shifted, revealing a hidden door.

He opened it and stepped inside, entering his room of solitude.

The lights automatically flickered on as the door closed behind him and the bookshelf rumbled back in place.

In the middle of the room was a circular platform, with a pillar standing at chest height on it. This was where he had begun his experiments with the weave.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and placed his hand on the pillar. He'd created it to remove some of the strain from himself.

Pouring vitality into his eyes, he strained his senses to extend beyond the physical. When he opened his eyes, the world before him was different.

The threads of reality stretched and intertwined, unseen to most but fully visible to him.

The weave pulsed with energy, a vast network of possibilities, fate, and raw power.

He focused, tracing the strands that connected his territory, his people, and himself. It was more than mere sight. It was understanding.

And he was only beginning to grasp its potential.