[Biden Town Inn. Night Time.]
Sunny collapsed on the bed, his muscles singing a weary tune from the long journey. He watched Josephine, who stood wrapped in a towel, a soft, knowing smile on her face as she prepared for the bath.
"So, tomorrow the real work begins," Sunny began, his gaze distant as he stared at the ceiling. "Investigation, training... we need to understand the true lay of this land and what it will take to survive, let alone win."
Josephine nodded, walking toward the bathroom. "Yes. We will focus on that tomorrow. For now..." She paused, her voice taking on a thoughtful lilt:
"...What do you think of the Qin siblings? The ones who showed us such hospitality."
Sunny's eyes narrowed slightly, the business of being a king—or in this world, a burgeoning power—never truly leaving him. "They saw our strength. That's a powerful deterrent. They won't cross us; they'll seek alliance. That much is pragmatic." He shifted, turning his head to look at her.
