Barry Allen had had enough of being a guard. It was time to make himself into a new man.
He had finally had revenge for his wife. Now, she could rest peacefully in her grave. As could Garshin, his friend who saved his life.
And so Barry went to Luthadel, on lines of light. With his wages, he had bought a new suit.
And so he walked into House Erikell.
"You propose that you marry my daughter, and join my house?!" Lord Erikell said incredulously. "You're the last remnant of a dead house! What can you possibly bring to this house that would benefit me?"
"This," said Barry, as he flared his Zinc, rioting his emotions, while sending a coin into the ceiling. "I would need to remain quiet about my abilities, so you could say I brought my house atium or something. I don't really care."
Lord Erikell grinned. "I would be happy to offer you my daughter's hand. As long as she is amenable to the idea... but that shouldn't be an issue." Lord Erikell eyed Barry's striking, solid form.
And so Barry began a new life as a noble in a Great House. He never loved Lady Erikell as much as he had his first wife... but he was happier than he had been in ages. And Barry was a politician mistborn all the way up until the Collapse, at which point he fled with the rest of house Erikell.
He died a happy man, grateful for the week that changed his life. He never stopped keeping an eye out for Venture assassins, but they never came for him again.