Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Athea stood motionless for a long moment, her face a study in glacial composure even as one of her worst nightmares was coming true, the foundation of her carefully constructed lie crumbling beneath her.

She looked at her daughter, this brilliant, relentless creature she had raised, and saw no path forward but the truth.

There was no point in holding on to the deception any longer. Viora had found the thread, and she would pull until the entire tapestry unraveled.

With a deep, resigned sigh that seemed to carry the weight of years, Athea's expression hardened into something cold and unyielding. Her ice blue eyes, so like Viora's own, fixed on her daughter with a look that could freeze blood.

"You're right," Athea said, her voice flat and emotionless. "Zaeryn is my son."

The admission hung in the air like a death sentence. Viora had never thought her mother would actually confess the truth, even after being caught. But now that she had, an unexpected wave of relief washed over her, it made everything so much easier.

"He is my child. My flesh and blood. Born in secret, hidden from the world, and raised far from the eyes of everyone." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were discussing trade agreements rather than confessing to one of the highest crimes in their society. "Satisfied, Viora? You've finally unearthed the truth you've been clawing for."

Viora felt the words settle over her like ice water. Hearing it confirmed, hearing her mother actually admit to bearing a son, made it real in a way the evidence never had.

In truth, even though she'd been certain her mother was hiding something, a small part of her had never fully believed it. Not until now.

This wasn't speculation or theory anymore. It was treason, spoken aloud, in her mother's own voice.

Athea took a slow step forward, her presence commanding despite the devastating confession she'd just made. When she spoke again, her voice dropped to something low and dangerous.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone about this. Not Valerie, not even your most trusted advisors. And especially not Aphrodite, she should never know the truth, or she would be heartbroken" Her eyes bored into Viora's with an intensity that was almost physical. "This secret dies here, in this room, between the three of us. Do you understand me?"

Viora's jaw tightened. "This is treason, Mother." Her voice was quiet but firm, each word deliberate. "You gave birth to a son. You kept him hidden. You've violated the most fundamental law of our society, the very foundation upon which our entire civilization is built."

She shook her head slowly, disbelief and anger warring in her expression. "The Matriarch Tribunal would have you executed for this. The entire Lumina line could be stripped of power, declared corrupt. Everything we are, everything we've built, would be destroyed."

"I know exactly what it is," Athea said, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. Her composure cracked, revealing the cold steel beneath. "Do you think I don't understand the risk I took? Do you think I don't know what I've put at stake every single day since he was born?"

Viora's eyes narrowed. "Then why? Why did you take the risk at all?"

Before Athea could respond, Calyra moved. She set her wine glass down with a sharp clink that echoed in the tense silence and stepped between them, her expression fierce.

"Viora, are you even hearing yourself right now?" Her voice was sharp, almost angry. "How dare you ask that question." She gestured toward Athea, her eyes flashing. "He is her son. Your brother. What mother wouldn't risk everything for her child?"

"Brother," Viora said, the word tasting strange and bitter on her tongue. She looked at Athea with something that might have been grief. "I have no sympathy for him. And if you'd truly wanted to protect our house, you would have done what was needed when he was born."

The meaning of her word was clear in the air, cold, brutal, and unmistakable.

Athea's expression shifted, a flash of something dark crossing her face, though it wasn't surprising. She knew her daughter too well for that. Viora was fiercely loyal, but her loyalty had never belonged to Athea. It belonged to the Queendom, to the law, to the matriarchal order itself.

Viora could be sympathetic when it served a purpose, could even show compassion when the moment called for it. But when duty demanded otherwise, she turned off her emotions like snuffing out a candle. Clean. Efficient. Absolute.

It was one of the things that made her such an effective Warlady. It was also what made her dangerous in moments like this.

"I think this is something the Queen should know," Viora declared, her voice steady and resolute.

"Don't bother," Athea said flatly, her voice devoid of emotion. "She already knows."

The words hit Viora like a physical blow. For a moment, she could only stare at her mother, her mind reeling. Then, slowly, understanding dawned, cold, terrible understanding.

Of course she knows. That made sense.

Her mother and the Queen. Athea and her own mother, Athena Lumina. The two had been at odds for years, their relationship fractured beyond repair.

The Queen barely spoke to Athea anymore, had excluded her from key things and even tried to remove her from key positions, subtly undermining her authority at every turn.

Family gatherings were tense, silent affairs where mother and daughter circled each other like wary predators.

Viora had always assumed it was a clash of personalities, or maybe old grudges over succession and power. But now...

Now it all made a sickening kind of sense.

The Queen had found out. Athena Lumina had discovered her daughter's treason the secret son, the violation of everything their society held sacred, and instead of reporting it to the Tribunal, she had chosen to bury it. To protect the family name, even as it poisoned everything from within.

That's why the coldness. Why the distance. Why the Queen looked at Athea with barely concealed disappointment every time they were in the same room.

The realization settled over Viora like ice water. Her mother wasn't just a traitor who had betrayed their world. She was the reason this family was fractured. The reason there was a chasm running through the heart of the Lumina line.

The reason trust had eroded into suspicion, and unity had crumbled into bitter division.

All because she couldn't make the hard choice. All because she'd put one child above everything else.

Viora's hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "You didn't just betray the matriarchal order," she said quietly, "You tore this family apart. The Queen has had to carry your secret, live with your treason, knowing that exposing you would destroy us all."

Her ice-blue eyes blazed.

"Do you have any idea what that's done to her? What it's done to all of us? The whispers, the tension, the constant sense that something was wrong but never knowing what?" Her voice rose slightly. "I thought Grandmother was being unreasonable. Cold. Vindictive. But she was just living with the weight of your crime."

Athea's expression remained impassive, but something flickered behind her eyes, guilt, perhaps, or simply irritation at being called to account.

"Well then, if grandmother already knows. Then, does the imperial council already now? Does the Matriarch tribunal already know?"

"Viora," Calyra said, her voice losing its usual sardonic edge and taking on something more serious, almost pleading. "Think very carefully about what you're considering. Are you really going to risk having your own mother tried by the matriarchal order? Executed for treason?"

She gestured to Athea. "She is your mother. The woman who raised you, who made you into the Warlady you are today."

Viora's gaze didn't waver from Athea's face. "The law doesn't bend for family, Calyra. Athea taught me that herself."

"The law," Calyra said sharply, "is enforced by those with the power to do so. And right now, you hold that power in your hands." She moved closer, her expression intense. "If you expose this, you won't just destroy Athea.

You'll destroy yourself, your sisters, everyone who carries the Lumina name. The Tribunal will tear our entire house apart looking for complicity. They'll assume we all knew. They'll assume corruption runs through our entire bloodline."

She let that sink in before continuing, her voice dropping.

"Is that really what you want? To watch your mother burn, knowing you lit the match? To see your own legacy reduced to ash and disgrace?"

Viora's hands clenched at her sides, her knuckles white. The weight of the choice pressed down on her like a physical force.

Everything she'd been taught, every principle she'd been raised to uphold, demanded she report this. And the person who had taught her that? Was the same woman who had broken the law. Treason was treason, regardless of blood. The law was absolute.

But Calyra was right. Exposing this wouldn't just punish Athea. It would detonate their entire world. And even if only Athea suffered, even if the consequences touched no one else, Viora couldn't bear it. This was her mother. Fury burned in her chest, yes, but beneath it lived something stronger: love she couldn't abandon, no matter how deep the betrayal.

"You're asking me to become complicit," Viora said quietly, her voice strained. "You're asking me to bury treason and pretend I never saw it. To lie to the Tribunal, to the Council, to everyone."

Athea's cold expression softened, just slightly, but when she spoke her voice remained firm. "I'm asking you to be pragmatic, Viora. You're a warlady. You understand calculated risks and necessary sacrifices." She took a breath. "Yes, I gave birth to a son. Yes, I've hidden him. But he poses no threat to our society. He's been raised in isolation, trained to understand his place, and he will never challenge the matriarchal order. He is a secret, nothing more."

"A secret that could destroy us all," Viora countered. "The truth eventually will come out."

"Only if it's exposed," Athea said simply. "The danger isn't Zaeryn's existence. It's what happens if the world learns of it." Her eyes locked onto Viora's. "You hold that power now. You can destroy everything we've built with a single word, or you can choose to protect your family, your legacy, and your world."

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Viora looked at her mother this woman who had shaped her entire life, who had molded her into a weapon of the Queendom and felt something crack inside her chest.

The woman she'd admired her whole life despite not being the best mother to her, the princess who was supposed to become queen next and she was looking forward to serving, had committed one of the highest treason imaginable.

And now she was asking Viora, her own daughter, to be her accomplice.

"If I stay silent," Viora said slowly, each word careful and deliberate, "what does that make me? A traitor.".

"No," Athea whispered, stepping closer, her voice laced with a desperate, pleading warmth Viora had never heard before. "It makes you a daughter. A sister. Think about your brother, Viora. Think of him."

Viora looked at her mother as if she were a stranger. The mention of family, the plea for sentiment, it was a language she no longer understood in this context.

"Brother?" she repeated, the word tasting like ash in her mouth. "I have no…. I need to think about this." With that said, she made her way out of the gallery.

Meanwhile, unlike the atmosphere at the royal palace, Sage's private lab at Stellan Innovations was a sanctuary of controlled chaos.

Holographic schematics for Vitae conductors drifted lazily in the air, and the low hum of advanced machinery was a constant, soothing thrum. The air smelled pleasant with Sage's signature lavender perfume, a scent that always made Zaeryn feel grounded.

He was sprawled on the plush, oversized sofa in the corner of her office, idly scrolling through news feeds on a data-slate as he waited for her to be done with whatever she was doing so they could leave.

Across the room, Sage was anything but relaxed. She stood before a massive, wrap-around holo-console, her entire focus narrowed to the cascading lines of shimmering code before her.

Her fingers flew across the interface, but a persistent string of red error glyphs mocked her efforts.

She let out a low, frustrated growl, her teeth gritting as she reran the diagnostic for the fifth time. "Unbelievable," she muttered to herself. "The quantum entanglement algorithm should be stabilizing, not degrading into recursive nonsense." She let out a breath through her gritted teeth, "I don't have time for this."

Hearing her get annoyed, which was a rare thing, Zaeryn let out an amused chuckle from the sofa.

Sage's head snapped up, her violet eyes, sharp with irritation, landing on him. "What?" she snapped, her glare hot enough to melt the console.

Zaeryn's grin was slow and utterly unrepentant. He set the data-slate aside, stretching his arms over his head with a lazy satisfaction.

"Nothing," he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "It's just… you're dangerously tempting when you're on the verge of starting a war with a piece of code."

Her glare softened, the sharp edges melting away as a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, is that your new Vitae ability? Finding new ways to be a distraction?"

"I think it might be," he said, rising from the sofa and padding over to her. He came to a stop behind her, his hands settling on her tense shoulders. "Let me help."

She was about to protest, to say she didn't have time, but his thumbs began to work into the knots at the base of her neck with a firm, knowing pressure. A soft, involuntary sigh or moan escaped her lips, and she leaned her head back, melting into his touch.

"That's…" she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. Everything from him, even a simple touch was always pleasurable.

"See?" he whispered, his lips brushing the top of her head. "Better than fighting with algorithms."

She simply hummed in agreement, for a moment letting the world of quantum physics and cascading errors fall away, content to exist only in the warm, lighthearted bubble they had created.