[Third Person].
Later that night, Dennis and Helena sat together on the terrace, the distant sounds of the estate settling into quiet.
Lantern light glowed softly around them, catching the rims of their wine glasses as they talked and laughed, shoes abandoned, and shoulders relaxed.
Dennis leaned back in his chair, watching the stars for a moment before glancing at her. There was an ease to him tonight that Helena had not seen before.
"My brother," he said eventually, swirling the wine in his glass, "loves his mate like the world would end without her in it."
Helena smiled faintly. "Anyone can see that."
Dennis chuckled. "It's more than affection. It's loyalty. Devotion. He doesn't just stand beside Meredith, he shields her, trusts her, and listens to her." He paused, then added honestly, "I admire it."
Helena turned to face him fully.
"I want to love you that way," Dennis continued, quieter now. "And more, if I can."
