Chapter 22: A Secret Ceremony
****Dante’s POV****
There are moments in a man’s life when war pauses.
Not because peace arrives—but because the storm needs breath before it breaks again.
This was one of those moments.
And in the eye of that storm… I married Isabelle.
Not in a grand hall. Not beneath gold chandeliers or before a crowd of masked allies and enemies.
No.
We married in an old chapel hidden beneath the monastery—walls carved by centuries of monks who believed that silence and shadow brought them closer to God. Candles flickered across the stone like whispers of ghosts, and rain tapped on the narrow stained-glass windows with a rhythm only the dead could dance to.
It was quiet. Sacred.
And for a man who had killed more people than he could count… it was the only place I
