Ryker's POV
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He let out a satisfied sigh after seeing Odessa fall, stepping away from his black mirror behind his throne.
He turned and walked back to his throne, resting his arms on the armrests at the same moment that the throne room doors barged open.
Regina walked in, confident and elegant as ever, a small smirk curling up her lips. When she got just right below the steps leading to the throne, she bowed.
Ryker stared at her for a few seconds before speaking. "Are all preparations ready?"
Regina nodded. "Yes, my Lord. All over the continent as you requested."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Good.
North America wouldn't know what hit them.
