Sylvester POV

The door to my private chambers closed behind me with a satisfying click.

Finally.

Finally alone.

Finally able to drop the mask.

The laughter started low. A chuckle that bubbled up from deep in my chest.

Then it grew.

And grew.

Until I was laughing so hard I had to brace myself against the wall. Great, cackling peals of laughter that echoed off the stone walls.

“I did it,” I gasped between fits of laughter. “I actually fucking did it.”

Five hundred years.

Five ...