Peace lasted exactly twelve days before Valeria turned the royal wedding planning into a battlefield.
Honestly?
That might have been a new historical record.
The Heaven Citadel had survived.
ancient Devourers, collapsing dimensions, vampire civil wars, and the literal end of Heaven.
But apparently—
Flower arrangements were the true final boss.
Interesting.
Very terrifying.
Very expensive.
I stood in the middle of the royal ceremony hall. At the same time, nobles, hunters, designers, diplomats, and emotionally unstable wedding planners ran around the palace like civilisation had collectively decided panic was a productive strategy.
It wasn't.
Probably.
Valeria stood on a table, pointing dramatically at decorations.
"No."
She narrowed her eyes at a terrified worker.
"We need bigger banners."
The worker looked exhausted.
"They're already twenty feet long."
Valeria folded her arms.
"Love should intimidate people."
Honestly?
Fair.
Very fair.
Seraphina sat nearby reviewing ceremonial clothing designs with the same seriousness most queens used while planning executions.
Which was concerning.
Mostly because she looked beautiful enough to make royal authority feel underdressed.
Selene adjusted her glasses while reading ancient vampire marriage traditions from three different books simultaneously.
Moonlight apparently naturally transformed romance into academic research.
Lilith was handling diplomatic guest lists.
Meaning half the world was currently terrified of RSVP mistakes.
And Aurelia—
Aurelia somehow turned wedding economics into a global political strategy.
Dangerous woman.
Very dangerous.
I looked around the hall slowly.
"How did this become harder than war?"
Raphael Arden answered immediately from beside the doorway.
"Because nobody survives arguing with royal women."
Interesting.
Very wise.
Very self-preserving.
The Blade of God had learned quickly.
Good.
Mother walked into the hall carrying tea and absolute authority.
Everyone instinctively became quieter.
Even Valeria.
Because true power recognised itself.
Mother looked around once.
Then directly at me.
"Why are you standing there uselessly?"
Silence.
Pure.
Devastating.
I blinked once.
"I'm supervising."
Mother looked deeply disappointed.
Father appeared behind her calmly.
"He's hiding."
Traitor.
Legendary traitor.
Valeria pointed at me dramatically.
"He tried escaping twice already."
Seraphina nodded without looking up from the wedding designs.
"Three times."
Perfect.
Amazing loyalty.
I respected consistency.
Mother sighed heavily.
"You are king of heaven."
A pause.
"Act like someone emotionally capable of marriage."
Honestly?
That felt targeted.
Very targeted.
Selene finally looked up from her books.
"The ancient royal ceremonies require synchronised blood vows."
Raphael immediately looked uncomfortable.
Good instinct.
Selene continued calmly—
"The bonds between the king and queens will become permanently recognised by the throne."
Interesting.
Very important.
Very terrifying.
Valeria grinned instantly.
"Meaning he's legally trapped forever."
I looked at Lilith slowly.
"Help."
Lilith sipped tea elegantly.
"No."
Amazing queen.
Absolutely ruthless.
The massive ceremony doors suddenly opened.
A servant rushed inside nervously.
"Your Majesty…"
Still weird hearing that.
"…the international delegations have arrived."
Wonderful.
Because apparently my wedding also became a global political summit.
Exactly what every emotionally damaged former assassin wanted.
The hall shifted immediately.
Nobles straightened.
Hunters organised security.
Servants panicked professionally.
And outside the massive palace windows—
The floating city of Heaven glittered beneath silver-crimson skies while thousands gathered across bridges and cathedral districts below.
The entire world was watching.
Interesting.
Very stressful.
Very interesting.
Aurelia smiled faintly beside me.
"The global media named this the Wedding of the Century."
Raphael looked horrified.
Valeria looked delighted.
Seraphina looked ready to burn journalists professionally.
Reasonable response.
The delegation doors opened fully.
Kings.
Presidents.
Hunter commanders.
Ancient vampire nobles.
Human representatives.
All entered the hall together carefully.
Still nervous.
Good.
Healthy survival instinct.
Because despite peace—
Everyone understood one thing clearly:
The Heaven Accord existed because the Vampire King and his queens survived impossible things together.
And now the entire world wanted to witness what came after the war.
Interesting.
Very emotional.
Very interesting.
One elderly human diplomat stepped forward slowly.
"Your Majesty…"
He bowed respectfully.
Interesting.
That still felt strange.
"…human governments officially wish to congratulate Heaven."
Lilith answered smoothly before I could emotionally malfunction publicly.
"Heaven accepts."
Perfect queen behaviour.
The diplomat smiled faintly.
"We also wish to formally recognise the royal unions under international law."
Silence.
Valeria immediately burst out laughing.
"Wait."
She pointed dramatically.
"We became legally important?"
Aurelia answered calmly—
"You control multiple economies and supernatural alliances."
A pause.
"Of course, your marriages became geopolitical."
Honestly?
That sentence physically hurt.
Raphael looked exhausted already.
Interesting.
Very human.
Very interesting.
The diplomat continued carefully—
"The world views this ceremony as symbolic."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Symbolic of what?"
The old man looked toward the city below.
Toward hunters and vampires walking together openly.
Toward Heaven itself.
Then answered softly—
"That peace survived."
Silence settled gently across the hall.
Heavy.
Beautiful.
Because suddenly—
The wedding stopped feeling political.
Stopped feeling royal.
Stopped feeling symbolic.
It became something simpler.
Proof.
Proof that after centuries of hatred, betrayal, and war—
People could still choose love anyway.
Interesting.
Very beautiful.
Very dangerous.
Seraphina quietly moved beside me then.
Her hand slipped into mine naturally.
Warm.
Home.
The blood bond pulsed softly.
Alive.
Steady.
And suddenly the assassin king inside me—the part built through survival and loneliness—
felt strangely calm.
Interesting.
Very important.
Very interesting.
Selene closed one of her books quietly.
"The throne is reacting."
Everyone froze slightly.
Ah.
Wonderful.
The ancient magical throne beneath Heaven apparently developed emotional timing now.
Excellent.
Crimson-black light suddenly pulsed beneath the palace floors.
Softly.
Not threatening.
Warm.
The entire Heaven Citadel responded immediately.
The sky outside brightened.
Silver-crimson lights spread across the floating city naturally.
And somewhere deep below—
The throne awakened gently.
Not out of hunger.
Recognition.
Interesting.
Very emotional.
Very interesting.
Lilith looked toward the floor carefully.
"It approves."
Valeria looked offended.
"Wait."
She crossed her arms.
"The throne likes romance more than me?"
Fair question, honestly.
Aurelia answered immediately—
"Impossible."
Valeria looked satisfied instantly.
Good.
Peace restored.
Mother suddenly clapped her hands once.
Deadly sound.
"Enough standing around."
Everyone straightened instinctively.
"The wedding begins in three days."
Silence.
Absolute.
Then chaos exploded instantly.
Servants ran.
Designers panicked.
Diplomats reorganised schedules.
Raphael quietly attempted escape.
Father caught him immediately.
Legendary teamwork.
And standing there surrounded by queens, family, politics, impossible peace, and the beginning of a future history once claimed could never exist.
I realised something dangerous.
For the first time in my life—
I was looking forward to tomorrow instead of preparing to survive it.
Interesting.
Very beautiful.
Very human.