Chapter 30
"Are you happy, Lottie?" Dorian asked, his voice a low, tender whisper. "I am always happy with you," Lottie smiled, turning to hug him. Her fair, rosy cheeks were flushed with absolute joy. Dorian closed his eyes, holding his wife tightly in the cinematic glow of the estate lights. He had burned down families and slaughtered warlords to secure this exact, perfect moment. The monsters of their past were permanently buried. The empire was invincible. Dorian Westbrook had won the ultimate war, transforming a world of violent shadows into a legacy of absolute protection. He opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful woman who had refused to stay silent in the dark. The Westbrook reign was absolute, forged in blood, and secured for eternity. They were finally, permanently safe.
