Both of you, Fight me

"Hmmm..."

Aaron von Darkstar gently stroked his chin, his dark golden eyes flickering in the dim illumination of the throne room as his lips curled into a faint, arrogant smirk.

"Making that lowly scum of a little brother my puppet is a grace he never truly deserved," Aaron's smooth, velvet voice reverberated off the stone pillars as he slowly rose from his velvet-lined throne.

The idea, however, was undeniably brilliant.

In the cutthroat arena of the Darkstar family's Succession War, having a legitimate fellow Successor bound to his will as a submissive thrall would elevate his political standing to unprecedented heights.

It would grant him complete, indirect control over the Myrain Viscounty and its burgeoning economic resources without triggering the catastrophic wrath of their father, Duke Oscar.

"Very well then... I shall grant him such a noble opportunity to serve as my tool."