Imperial Crown Private Villa – One Week Later
The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sprawling gardens. For the first time in what felt like forever, Selina stood barefoot on the dewy grass, her arms wrapped protectively around her son.
The little boy laughed, running in circles around her, free of the nightmares that had haunted him for weeks. His joyful giggles filled the air, a melody Selina thought she might never hear again.
And yet…
Even in this moment of peace, a storm churned in her chest.
Damian stood by the balcony, watching them both with an unreadable expression.
He should've felt relief—after all, their son was safe, Selina was alive, and the empire was back under his control.
But something wasn't right.
The threats weren't over. He could feel it.
Later That Night – Damian's Private Study
Selina found him there, staring out into the darkened skyline, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked softly as she stepped inside.
Damian didn't turn. "I know Adrian is gone… but the one who trained him, the one who orchestrated everything from the shadows… he's still out there."
Selina sat down quietly beside him, her fingers tracing the scars on his knuckles.
"Damian… can't we just… stop? Just for a little while?" Her voice trembled with exhaustion. "I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of being strong all the time."
His eyes softened for the briefest moment.
"If I stop now, Selina… they'll come for you. For our son. I can't let that happen again."
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Then let me fight with you this time. Not as the girl you left behind. But as the woman who stood through the fire and survived it."
For the first time in days, Damian allowed himself a small, genuine smile.
"You're stronger than me, Selina. You always were."
Their foreheads rested together in the quiet comfort of shared pain and survival.
The Next Morning – A Mysterious Package Arrives
Just as the first rays of dawn broke through the mist, a package arrived at the villa—no return address, no sender.
Inside, a single, ancient-looking envelope sealed with the Lu Family crest.
Damian's heart pounded as he tore it open.
The message inside was brief, written in a hand he hadn't seen in years.
"The throne you sit on is temporary. The true king is returning. 30 days."
Damian's blood ran cold.
Selina took the note from his shaking hands, reading it with growing dread.
"Who…?"
Damian's eyes darkened. "My grandfather… the one everyone believes is dead. He's coming back."
Selina's knees buckled, but Damian caught her before she could fall.
"This isn't over, Selina. It's only just begun."
Final Scene – Imperial Crown Cemetery
A shadowed figure stood before a gravestone marked with the Lu Family emblem. His face hidden beneath the brim of his hat, his voice a low, menacing whisper.
"You've ruled long enough, my dear grandson. Let's see how you handle a real war."
The old man turned, his eyes glittering dangerously under the fading light.
Fade to black.