Years had passed since that night when the manor hall had been marked by blood and vengeance. Emily had since ruled alongside Alexander, their union becoming an unstoppable force. But tonight, another mission awaited her—one far more personal.

The house was cloaked in darkness, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The man entered, closing the door behind him, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Fatigue was etched into his face, worn by years and secrets.