A few years later...
The grand hall rang with laughter instead of battle cries. Lucien and Dorian were on the floor, chasing after Elara — the daughter of Lucien and Iman. Her tiny footsteps echoed against the stone as she darted between them, giggling with boundless energy. Lucien scooped her up, spinning her high, while Dorian pretended to stumble dramatically, making her laugh even harder.
Iman watched from her seat, her heart swelling at the sight. Lucien's crimson eyes softened whenever they landed on Elara, and even Dorian — once so possessive and teasing — now played like a doting uncle, his smirk replaced by genuine joy.
Layla sat beside Iman, her hand resting gently on her stomach. She smiled as she watched the three, her voice warm. "It feels like peace has finally found us."
Dorian dropped onto the couch beside her, still catching his breath from the game. He draped an arm around her shoulders, his usual mischief returning. "Peace, yes. But soon, we'll have our own little one running around too."
Layla laughed softly, her eyes glowing. "And when they grow up, they'll have each other. Family, not just blood, but bond."
Lucien lowered Elara into Iman's arms, his voice deep and certain. "For centuries, I thought eternity meant solitude. But now… it means this. Love, family, and legacy."
Iman kissed Elara's forehead, whispering her name like a promise. "Elara will grow knowing she is loved beyond measure."
The four sat together, warmth and peace surrounding them. No jealousy, no battles, no shadows — only the promise of tomorrow.
Elara's laughter rang again, and Dorian chuckled. "Our children will inherit more than eternity. They'll inherit joy."
Lucien's gaze lingered on Iman, his voice steady. "And they'll know love that never ends."
Together, they sat in the glow of firelight - eternal lovers, eternal friends, eternal family.
✨ The End