Finally, the moment had come. All eyes were fixed on the grand crimson stage as the ceremonial officer’s voice rang out: “It’s time—” From behind the stage, Arthur stepped into view. The high-ranking members of Heaven’s Cult who had traveled to attend at last saw the legendary heir in person. Arthur walked with measured confidence, unhurried yet assured. Though barely past his eighteenth birthday, his bearing held the composure of someone long accustomed to power. Many had doubted his abilities when they first heard Benjamin had only recently acknowledged him as his grandson. Some had even come expecting to be entertained by his failure. Yet now, seasoned leaders who prided themselves on reading people saw in him the unmistakable authority of a man born to lead. He was nothing like an ordinary young man. The assembled guests—each a titan in their own sphere—found not a flicker of fear in his gaze. Arthur crossed the stage step by steady step until he reached the center, where Benjamin stood waiting with a smile. Arthur looked out over the audience, his eyes clear, and raised a hand in greeting. The crowd might have been intimidating, but his grandfather’s warm, encouraging expression gave him strength. Benjamin’s heart swelled with pride. This was his grandson—poised, commanding, perhaps even surpassing himself. Given time, Arthur would surely outshine them all. Below the stage stretched a long, wide red carpet, a gentle slope at its center making it easier for Ashley to ascend. Once Arthur stood at Benjamin’s side, Ashley appeared at the far end of the carpet, slowly being wheeled forward. She held a delicate round fan that hid half her face, lending an extra layer of mystery to her beauty. The moment she emerged, Arthur’s eyes locked on her. She still sat in her wheelchair, but the glimpse of her flawless features, paired with the elegant hairstyle and lavish scarlet gown, was breathtaking. For a heartbeat, she seemed less a mortal bride and more a celestial being who had wandered into the human world. The guests’ gazes followed her, and a ripple of astonishment swept through them.They had heard rumors, but seeing it in person was different—the bride of the Heaven’s Cult heir was indeed unable to walk. It was said she had lost the use of her legs protecting Arthur, shielding him from a bullet at the cost of her own mobility. Their admiration grew. The young heir had not abandoned her but had stood by his vow to marry her, despite her injury. The scene moved many to quiet tears. No one spoke, unwilling to break the moment. For people in power, who trusted no one easily, this was a rare reminder that love could be steadfast. Their devotion was unshaken by hardship, a love that endured through every trial—how could anyone not envy that? Spencer pushed Ashley forward under the weight of so many stares. Ashley had long prepared herself for this, holding her head high and smiling with confidence no matter what anyone thought. Arthur strode toward her, resplendent in matching scarlet ceremonial robes, his hair perfectly combed, his whole presence vibrant. Joy lit his face, his steps quickening as if he were suddenly just a boy in love again. The sight drew laughter from the crowd. Many remembered feeling that same urgency in their youth. Ashley’s smile deepened as she watched him approach. She could see her happiness—running straight toward her. Life was about how they felt, not how others judged. Whatever people might say, as long as they were happy, it was enough.