The word filled the office.
"I do not want to hear you speak one word more than is required."
Magnus’s mouth closed.
The silence that followed lasted long enough for the lawyer to step forward and place a leather folio on Magnus’s desk. He opened it, spread the documents, and produced a pen.
"These are the terms of dissolution for the marriage between Vespera Ashborn and Magnus Ashborn," the lawyer said. "A division of all jointly held assets, properties, and organizational interests. Both parties are present. The Awakened Association is represented as institutional witness."
The judge stepped forward and addressed Magnus.
"Mr. Ashborn, do you accept the present counsel for these proceedings?"
Magnus studied the lawyer. He’d known the man for over a decade. He’d handled the merger agreements, the guild contracts, the property acquisitions. Magnus searched his face for a tell, a flinch, a refusal to meet his eyes. The lawyer met his gaze and held it.
He wouldn’t dare. Crossing Magnus Ashborn was a career-ending decision, and the man was smart enough to know it. And even if the worst was true and he was compromised, so what? He was here only for legality. Magnus could read the lines and understand what the clauses meant without someone holding his hand.
"Accepted," Magnus said. "But Vespera, you should know I’ll not agree to this unless you give me something truly tantalizing. I’m ready for everything in the court of law."
She didn’t reply. It appeared that she was truly done conversing with him.
"You may review the terms at your discretion," the judge said, and withdrew.
Magnus pulled the folio toward him.
He read.
The first page was standard dissolution language. The second was the asset division. His eyes moved through the lines and his expression shifted as he turned each page. New Dawn - all operational control, full ownership, guild charter, and associated brand rights - transferred to Magnus Ashborn. The subsidiaries, the contracted firms, the accounts, the properties.
He turned another page. The Ashborn family holdings, even the mansion she was born into.
Magnus stopped reading and glanced up at Vespera.
She stood with her arms at her sides and her face empty, staring at a point somewhere past his left shoulder as if the wall behind him were more interesting than he was.
He went back to the documents. He turned the remaining pages. Vespera Ashborn retained personal accounts, personal assets, and nothing else. She was relinquishing the guild, the subsidiaries, the holdings, the home her family had built over generations. Everything the Ashborn name had accumulated was being placed into his hands while she walked away with what personal wealth she built for herself.
He flipped back to the asset division and read it again, slower this time, searching for a buried clause, a conditional trigger, a reversion mechanism.
He found one demand.
A single condition from Vespera’s side amid pages of generosity. Upon dissolution of the marriage, Magnus would revert to his birth name. Morvane. The three children - Selena, Cassian, and Calix - would be formally transferred to his sole guardianship and bear the Morvane name as well. The Ashborn name, its heraldry, and all associated rights of lineage would remain with Vespera exclusively.
That was it. That was her price.
Billions in assets, an entire guild, a mansion she was born in, the accumulated wealth of two aristocratic dynasties... and the one thing Vespera Ashborn fought for was making sure he couldn’t call himself the same name as her.
Magnus almost smiled.
He turned to the lawyer. "These terms are accurate?"
"They are."
"You’ve reviewed them in full?"
"I have. The division is heavily weighted in your favor, Mr. Ashborn. The terms are legally sound and enforceable as written."
He studied Vespera again.

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