Chapter 50 One Year Later
One year later.
I sat on the dragon throne holding a soft little bundle.
The tiny one babbled and clutched my collar.
The man who should have been at court claimed exhaustion after giving birth and shamelessly remained in the dragon bed.
The ministers kept their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts. They had long grown used to it.
The little bundle reached out a small hand, curiously grabbing the jade seal on the desk, then touching the military tally that had once belonged to my Northern Border.
At that moment the court fell silent. Sunlight poured through the high windows onto the child's tender fingers.
I finally understood.
Back on the battlefield, what we had fought for was never the rivers and mountains themselves, but the power to define them.
The weapons were now stored away. The dragon throne no longer belonged to just one clan. It marked the start of two bloodlines and two civilizations coming together.
Personal love would eventually sink into history, yet the life we had conceived from hatred was the truest embodiment of ending war.