Father Tomas hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. He approached Valerius and held the crown aloft. "Lord Valerius," he said, "will you accept the crown and serve as the king of Tarkington?"Valerius looked at Damon, his eyes filled with gratitude. He took a deep breath and turned to the crowd. "People of Tarkington," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I am humbled by your trust. And I am honored to accept the crown. I promise to serve you with all my heart and all my strength. I promise to be a king for all of you."He knelt before Father Tomas, and the priest placed the Crown of Tarkington upon his head. A collective cheer erupted from the crowd. The people of Tarkington had a new king.Valerius rose to his feet, his face beaming with joy. He turned to Damon and embraced him warmly. "Thank you, Damon," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You have given me the greatest gift of my life.""You deserve it, Valerius," Damon said. "You are the best of us."Valerius step

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Damon."Damon squeezed his father's hand, his heart aching with a mixture of sadness and relief. He had finally said what needed to be said. He had finally forgiven the man who had caused him so much pain.He stood up, releasing Tarkon's hand. "Rest now, Father," he said. "You've earned it."He turned and walked towards the door, pausing with his hand on the latch. He looked back at Tarkon, who was still sitting on the bed, his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face."Goodbye, Father," Damon said softly.He opened the door and stepped out, leaving Tarkon alone with his thoughts. The guards closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the silence.Damon walked back through the prison, his steps lighter this time. He felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in years. He had faced his father, he had spoken his truth, and he had offered forgiveness. He had done all he could.He emerged from the prison into the cool

The Golden estate buzzed with an air of anticipation for The red moon ball, an annual ball that celebrates the founding of the Golden family organization. Maximilian, the long-absent stepbrother of Samuel, Jill, and Jin, arrived to pay his respects to the new don.Samuel stood at the head of the grand foyer, his expression guarded as Max sauntered through the ornate double doors, a self-assured grin plastered across his face. As is tradition every member of the family must pay tribute to the new don.“Well here he comes, oooh brother, do we have to entertain this fool?” said Jin with a disgusted look on his face.Jill smacks Jin on his shoulder signaling him not to raise his voice “don’t be mean Jin despite his disposition he is still our brother”.“Half brother you mean,” said Samuel as he cuts in on his siblings conversation. “He is a no good half-blood if I had ever seen one.” he continues with an apple in his hand and as he sits on the Don’s chair “you have always been too nice an

The Golden estate was eerily quiet, save for the soft click of Sterling's dress shoes as he strode purposefully through the mansion with a tall glass of red wine in his hands. Accompanying him is his nephew, Max, whose face was a mask of calculated calm. Both men stopped in front of a hedge bush looking into the garden.As Max reached the ornate door leading to the lush garden, Sterling paused, taking a deep breath before speaking firmly. "Hey Max, you need to remember that Samuel is smart, and every move we take must be well calculated so it doesn’t trace back to us."There was a moment of silence before Max retorted, revealing Max's inquisitive expression. "Uncle Sterling, you worry too much.” He said with a slight smirk on his face “I’ve already laid the seeds of confusion in Samuel’s life, starting with his wife Isabella, I gave her a…”.“Isabella?” Sterling interrupts Max mid sentence with a confused gaze. “Nephew, the woman who is married to Samuel is Jennifer Bennett, not Isabe

Jennifer was by herself in her room, feeling the heavy burden of the recent events that could engulf her. The caretaker's execution and Samuel's cold, ruthless gaze haunted her. She was startled by a soft tap on the door, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears that had slipped out. "Come in," she said, her voice timid and hesitant. The door swung open, and Jill entered, her face showing worry. "Jennifer, are you okay?" she asked gently, looking carefully at Jennifer's expression. Jennifer paused, feeling her heart beat faster. She was unsure if she could completely rely on Jill, yet the burden of her anxieties and uncertainties had grown too heavy to carry by herself. "I ... I don’t know," she confessed, her voice unsteady. Jill inched nearer, settling on the edge of the bed next to Jennifer. "I am aware that all of this has been a lot to handle," she mentioned softly. “The Golden family has a knack for pulling people into our mysterious web, whether you're prepared or not.”Jenni