"Then you don't go alone."
"Kingston—"
"You don't go alone. When you're ready, we'll discuss it as a family. All of us."
He nods. “Okay.”
This isn't just about the Tribunal anymore. It's about something bigger, something that could change everything.
By the time I get home, it's almost midnight. Livvie is waiting up, sitting in bed with a book she's not really reading.
"How did it go?" she asks, tossing the book aside.
I strip off my suit and climb into bed next to her. "We're not their employees. Never will be."
She swallows hard. "What does that mean for us, then?"
"It means we fight. But we fight on our terms."
She scrubs her face and blinks at me through tired eyes. "Are you scared?"
"Terrified. But not of them."
"Of what?"
"Of losing you. Of not being strong enough to protect what we've built."
She reaches up and touches my face. "You are strong enough.Weare strong enough."
"Even if you can't play violin anymore?"
"Even then. Because I'm not just a violinist, Kingston. I'm your wife. That's who I choose to be."
I pull her closer, feeling her heartbeat thrum against mychest. "I love you, Livvie. No matter what comes next, that never changes."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
We hold each other in the dark, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappears. The Tribunal, the Blood Vault, the war that's coming… none of it matters right now.
All that matters is this. Us. The life we're building together, one day at a time.
But in the back of my mind, I know this is just the beginning. The Tribunal won't forget what I said today. They'll come for us eventually, and when they do, we'll be ready.
All of us. As a family.
Because that's what Viacavas do. We protect our own, no matter the cost.
The End
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