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Chapter 15 - The Golden Age

One year later.

The Great Courtyard of the Obsidian Palace was packed with thousands of citizens from every corner of the vast kingdom. Banners of gold, silver, and deep blue fluttered proudly in the summer breeze.

Today was the anniversary of the Great Concord, and the celebration of Prince Lucien's first birthday.

I stood on the high stone balcony, holding little Lucien in my arms. He was already a lively, smiling child, giggling as tiny golden sparks danced between his little fingers to amuse the crowd below.

Beside me stood Walter, dressed in his royal robes, his hand resting lovingly on the small of my back. He looked years younger, the dark grief that had once hollowed out his soul completely replaced by peace and purpose.

Looking down at the cheering crowds, I saw Omegas, Alphas, and Betas standing shoulder to shoulder, celebrating as equals. I saw my mother's ancient people, now honored as high priests and scholars. I saw a realm that had healed its deepest wounds.

"Look at what you created," Walter whispered in my ear, pulling me closer.

"We created it together," I replied, turning my head to kiss his cheek. "An old King who refused to surrender, and an Omega who refused to stay broken."

Walter smiled, wrapping his broad arms around both me and our son, shielding us from the cold wind just as he had promised on our very first night.

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"They threw you away like trash, my love," Walter murmured softly, his lips touching mine in a deep, sweet kiss that echoed with a promise of forever. "And in doing so, they gave me the greatest treasure in the world."

The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers as the sun reached its peak in the clear blue sky, casting a warm, golden light over the King, the Queen, and the kingdom that would prosper for generations to come.

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