Mag-log inThe city had changed.Where once smoke had darkened the skies and gunfire had echoed through the streets like thunder, there was now the low hum of life returning. Lanterns lined the rebuilt avenues, their warm glow reflecting on the cobblestones. Roses climbed once-broken walls, their petals opening to the morning sun. The scars remained—but they were no longer gaping wounds. They were reminders.Adriana stood at the edge of the palace courtyard, dressed not in armor or silk, but in a simple white gown embroidered with gold thorns. Her fingers brushed over the cold iron gates that once kept enemies at bay. Beyond them, crowds had gathered—not to protest, not to fight—but to celebrate. Banners fluttered in the wind, bearing the merged crest of the Moretti Wolf and the Rossi Lion entwined in a circle of blood-red roses.“It’s finally here,” a voice murmured behind her.She turned to find Damian approaching, dressed in black and gold, his coat swaying with each step. There was no crown
The dawn after the Lantern Night broke slowly, like light bleeding through a silk curtain. The city basked in a golden haze, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and blooming roses. The scars of war had begun to fade—streets cleared, walls rebuilt, markets opening again—but beneath the surface, not everything was still.From the palace balcony, Adriana watched the city awaken. Merchants lifted their shutters. Children ran barefoot through narrow alleys, chasing each other with sticks that became imaginary swords. It looked… normal. Almost too normal.“It’s strange,” she murmured to herself.“Peace looks beautiful. But it feels… fragile.”Behind her, Damian entered the room quietly, a shirt half-buttoned, hair slightly tousled from the night before. There was no crown on his head, but the weight of power still sat on his shoulders like invisible armor.“You’re awake early,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.She leaned into him but didn’t take her eyes off th
The night was quiet—unusually so.No gunfire. No shouts echoing through alleyways. Only the gentle hum of wind passing through the high towers of the rebuilt city, and the soft rhythm of waves against the harbor walls. A new peace had settled, not fragile anymore, but firm like old stone.High above, in the courtyard of the palace that now served as both seat of power and home, glowing lanterns floated skyward one by one. Hundreds of them. Like fireflies ascending to the stars. Each carried the name of someone lost along the way—friends, enemies, family, traitors, lovers. Every light a story.Adriana stood beneath the archway, dressed in a flowing black and gold gown. Her hair cascaded down her back, adorned with a single white rose—the same flower the little boy had once given her. She watched the lanterns rise, her chest tightening with memories. So many sacrifices. So many choices that couldn’t be undone.Behind her, footsteps approached—the steady, unmistakable tread of the Wolf.
The sun rose over the city like a slow exhale.Gone were the black plumes of smoke that once defined its skyline. In their place stood spires cleaned of soot, rebuilt bridges, and banners fluttering in a morning breeze that no longer carried the stench of blood. The scars of war remained—but they were no longer open wounds. They were reminders. Warnings. Promises.For the first time in years, the city woke not to gunfire, but to hope.In the grand council hall—once a place of manipulation and whispered betrayals—long oak tables were polished and rebuilt. At the head sat Adriana, dressed not in ceremonial gowns nor armor, but in sleek black tailored attire. A lion’s crest gleamed at her collar. Damian sat beside her, not towering over, but shoulder to shoulder—a silent message to every pair of eyes watching.The Council Chamber was filled to the brim. Family heads, former rivals, new allies, soldiers, merchants, and diplomats—all gathered for the first official assembly of the new regi
The bells rang at dawn.Their sound was clear and resonant, rolling across the rooftops of the newly healed city like a promise. From the northern watchtowers to the southern docks, people paused in their morning routines and looked up. They knew what the bells meant.The Wolf was taking his bride.The city’s queen was claiming her king.The wedding of Damian Moretti and Adriana De Luca would not be remembered as a royal parade or a display of unchecked power. It would be remembered as the day shadows met light—when two bloodlines, once enemies, were united not by politics alone but by fire, loss, survival… and love.The cathedral had been restored just in time. Once scarred by bullet holes and shattered stained glass, it now stood in silent majesty. Golden light streamed through newly crafted windows, painting the marble floors with mosaics of red, blue, and gold. Black silk banners bearing Damian’s crest hung alongside Adriana’s silver lion emblem, their colors intertwined like thei
The city had forgotten what silence sounded like.For months, the streets had been filled with the percussion of gunfire, the roar of engines in midnight chases, the screams of betrayal echoing through narrow alleyways. But now… the wind moved gently through the avenues, rustling banners instead of smoke. The air smelled not of blood and ash—but of rain, bread from the reopened bakeries, and the faint perfume of spring gardens returning to life.It was not perfect peace, but it was enough.Enough for people to breathe again.Enough for Damian and Adriana to finally look out over their empire and see something more than ruins.From the balcony of the Moretti estate, Damian leaned on the railing, the city sprawling beneath him like a living map. Sunlight poured over the rooftops, gilding everything it touched. Down below, merchants reopened their stalls. Children chased one another through plazas once soaked with violence. The lion statues at the central square were wrapped in white rib







