The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 547

“Princess Sofina… are you all right?”

The voice cut through the fog in her head.

Sofina blinked hard. Her vision swam, then snapped into focus. An elderly man stood over her, tall and broad, his presence heavy and imposing.

“I’ve already administered the antidote,” he said calmly. “You should be regaining clarity by now.”

She flexed her fingers. Then her arms. The burning heat was gone. The overwhelming urge had vanished. Her body answered her again, fully under her control.

Her heart slammed as she turned her head.

Count Lorenz lay sprawled on the floor.

Blood pooled beneath him, dark and spreading. There was no movement. No breath.

He was unmistakably dead.

“Who are you?” Sofina asked, her voice tight.

The old man stepped back and bowed deeply. “Princess Sofina. You activated the emergency signal. I came immediately to secure your safety.”

“Emergency signal?” Her eyes dropped to the bracelet on her wrist.

She didn’t remember pressing anything.

But fragments rushed back—panic, raw fear, the drug blurring her thoughts. In that chaos, her hand could have activated it to save her life.

“I… I don’t think I did it consciously,” Sofina said slowly. “If it was a mistake, can I cancel it?”

The elder man straightened, his expression firm.

“Princess, once the signal is activated, it is recognized as a formal summons to return to the royal family. From this moment forward, you no longer act under your former surname. You resume the royal name.”

Her blood ran cold.

“But I pressed it while drugged,” Sofina said sharply. “That can’t represent my true decision. I never chose to return.”

She clenched her fists.

If her status as princess was officially reinstated, everything from her former life would be erased.

Everything.

Including her marriage to Alex.

The royal family would never allow her to remain with him. She would be turned into a political asset—married off to whoever the King deemed useful.

Before the old man could respond—

A violent shock tore through the mansion.

The walls trembled. Dust rained from the ceiling. The floor shuddered beneath their feet.

“What was that?” Sofina demanded, panic surging as another impact rippled through the building.

The elder man’s eyes narrowed. “It appears your husband came here to rescue you. Unfortunately… this place was a trap.”

Her heart stopped.

“Three fighters from the Prussian Hundred-Rank have been deployed,” he continued. “Their objective is to eliminate him.”

“What?!”

Sofina spun and ran to the window.

Outside, the courtyard was chaos.

Alex was there.

Not fighting—being overwhelmed.

Blows crashed into him from all sides. His body staggered, blood spraying as he was driven back again and again.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The elder man stepped up beside her, his gaze steady. “Your husband is formidable. Few can last even seconds against Hundred-Rank fighters.”

His voice lowered.

“He’s holding his ground. Fighting on their level.”

Sofina’s hands pressed against the glass as her chest tightened.

Alex was out there.

Bleeding.

Alone.

And everything she feared was crashing down on her at once.

“But he’s facing three of them at once,” The old man sneered. “He’ll die.”

She could see it clearly now.

Alex was getting hit.

Blow after blow slammed into him. His body reeled. Blood flew. Each strike drove him closer to collapse.

“Stop them!” Sofina shouted.

“That depends,” the old man replied coolly. “You just stated that you activated the emergency signal while under the influence of drugs. That means you were not acting as a princess.”

His gaze hardened.

“And if you are not a princess, then I have no obligation to obey your command.”

Sofina turned to him, panic tearing through her chest.

“Please,” she said. “Help him.”

“No.”

The word was absolute.

“Unless,” the elder man continued, “you declare that you are ready to return as Princess of the Royal Family. Only then will I follow your order.”

Sofina froze.

She understood the price instantly.

If she became a princess again, she would lose Alex.

There would be no marriage. No future. The royal family would erase her personal life and use her as a political tool.

But outside—

Alex was struck again.

Three fighters. No mercy. His life was hanging by a thread.

“If your husband doesn’t die here,” the old man said coldly, “he has the potential to reach Hundred-Rank himself. It’s unfortunate. Truly. Dying in a place like this.”

“Help him!” Sofina screamed.

“No.”

Her heart shattered.

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