This was his. All of it. For the first time in his life, he owned a house of his own, and it finally hit him after all this time that, materially, he was better off than at any other point in his life. That had been his goal in life, hadn’t it? Money, power, fame, or well, at least infamy. He paused in the room, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the occasional howl of the wind pressing against the shuttered windows as he contemplated it.