My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra frowned as he examined the weave. While he was still getting used to most of it, he was experienced enough to know what he was looking at.

The pillar hummed beneath his touch, sharing the burden of the weave with him.

Golden threads stretched outward in all directions, wrapping around the whole room, each thread complex in its own right. The weave was so complex, Ezra wasn't sure he'd ever be able to explore everything about it, even if he had a thousand years.

Every thread in the weave was a weave in its own right, each linked to anything that was possible. Places, people, choices, and even secrets.

His hand came up, moving through the weave, until the thread he wanted was in front of him. Of course, he didn't actually touch the weave, but the hand motions made it easier for his eyes to visualize peering deeper into the weave.

He pulled his attention to the threads that represented the eastern border of his territory. Just like Raphael had reported, the thread showed the unrest around the area.

The threads writhed like a living beast, constantly changing. After all, not everything in reality stayed the same. But that didn't mean Ezra couldn't read the threads.

He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the complex weave within the thread.

While the thread had a weave so complex, Ezra couldn't study it all in a decade, there weren't that many threads within this thread. Neither did it have many threads directly connected to it.

He followed the thread, peering through it to find whoever had been finding the disruptions along that stretch of the border.

Ezra's will combed through the threads like a brush, painting along the strands to highlight what he needed to see.

The name soon bloomed within the weave.

The Clementine Family.

One of the wealthiest vampire covens in his territory. Last time he'd seen them, they'd taken the appearance of loyal servants, but the weave tells no lies.

He went further down the threads of the Clementine family, searching for their motives.

The threads twisted around ideas, around preparations, into stockpiling resources, into the enlisting of rogue vampires under the guise of trade.

He followed the thread deeper, trying to peer into what they were planning, but immediately, the pressure on his eyes began to grow. A slow burn, exactly like the feeling he'd known nine months ago before he lost his sight.

He stopped.

Not yet.

Ezra gently pinched the weave around the Clementine family, applying the smallest of ripples. A warning.

His decision had already been made. He would deal with them personally, make them an example of what happened to those who plotted against him under his reign.

He exhaled and shifted focus.

The weave moved, bringing that of his people into focus. This weave was far more complex than the eastern border.

The weave was interwoven with uncountable threads that twisted in every direction, representing lives, livelihoods, and ordinary routines.

The farmers, shopkeepers, mercenaries, bloodwine brewers. The people were more interested in going about their day, and the humans had no idea there was any change in anything.

The most important information he was able to clean from the collective, was that there were no threads of rebellion. However, where had the rumors Aurelio had heard of some people seeking external support against him come from?

He searched till he found the relevant thread, tracing it in search of the source. He followed the inconsistencies, the thread moving deeper to the other parts of the Monarchy, until he got to the end of the thread.

It had been cut off. Not in the weave but in reality, and as always, the weave reflected reality.

"Cleverly planted misinformation." Ezra muttered. "Clever."

Whoever had planted those rumors was no amateur.

Still, he found something useful. The thread never left the Monarchy, so it had to be someone within either the Daydream or Nightmare court that had seeded this doubt among his people.

If they're sticking to misinformation for now, he'll let them be. When they play their hand, he'll strike.

Then, Ezra turned his attention to the Court itself, specifically the Daydream Court.

The weave bloomed again, the golden threads burning with brilliance. His eyes traveled it, eyes narrowing at the two threads that stood out among this particular weave he was looking at.

Prince Arthur truly was the figurehead of the Daydream Court. His threads touched nearly everyone in the court, marking his place as their leader.

But what was more interesting was the thread of another prince.

Romulus.

Prince Romulus's threads were equally widespread, but they moved differently. These threads had observation and calculation written all over them. They were also fairly disconnected, as if he was holding himself apart from the very court he was a part of.

His thread didn't stop there. It extended everywhere and to everything. The Nightmare Court and even the Vampire Society.

It was easy to tell from his threads that the man was trusted to a certain degree, but had kept his heart hidden, and his intentions muddy.

Ezra leaned back, eyes scanning the complex weave of threads connected to Romulus.

"You're hiding something." He whispered.

But he didn't check what it was. Not yet.

But this was verification that the weave was hiding his plans from Romulus, whether he was connected to it or not. After all, Ezra planned to take over the Monarchy and install himself as king, if he ever wanted to get to the Progenitor's throne underneath the Ark of the Vampire Society.

And with that, he turned away from the threads, bringing the weave that represented his coven into focus.

He peered into the weave, each of the equally complex threads dancing in sync, forming the heart of his power and peace. Before he could do more, he felt more than saw a tremor run through it.

His breath caught as a light bloomed in it, energy rippling through the whole weave. The ripple of energy moved through it, spreading to the other threads of reality.

"Ezra!"

Gen burst into the room, floating through the wall, excitement coating her voice.

Ezra pulled himself back from the weave and blinked rapidly, his connection severing as he returned to reality.

"It's happening!" Gen exclaimed, her form almost crackling in excitement. "Olivia! She's gone into labor!"