His words were like a knife through your heart, and yet there was something in them that made your blood race. You could feel the truth of his words deep in your bones, and it both terrified and excited you. "Come," he said softly, taking your hand and leading you to the bed.

As you lay down on the soft sheets, Sylas knelt between your spread legs, gaze fixed on the dark patch of curls at the apex of your thighs.

The scent of dinner wafted through the air as Sylas led you into the dining room, his hand possessively settled on your lower back. The table was set with exquisite china and crystal, candles flickering softly in holders carved from polished stone. It was a feast fit for royalty, and he intended for it to be an experience you would never forget.

As you sat down across from him, he couldn't help but admire how perfectly you filled out his favorite chair.

"Now," Sylas said, changing the subject as he rose to his feet, offering her a hand up, "I think it's time we made an announcement."

Together, they went to find the rest of their family. The news would spread like wildfire, but with Sylas and Celia standing side by side, they knew that they could face anything together. And in the end, that was all that truly mattered.

As they prepared for the announcement, Sylas couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He had done what he set out to do; he had won Celia's heart and made her his own, even against all odds. But more than that, he realized that he truly did love her, and he would do anything to protect her and their child.

Their family and friends were understandably shocked at first, but gradually came around to accept the idea of them being together.