Epilogue
Serena
Two weeks after our wedding, I stand on the balcony of our room at The Tomich Hotel in Glen Affric, wrapped in Colt's arms while we watch the sun set over the Scottish Highlands.
The October landscape is beyond anything I could have imagined, with heather-covered hills painted in shades of purple and gold that rival any autumn display back home in Corvid Valley.
"I can't believe we're actually here," I murmur, leaning back against my husband's chest.
"Best honeymoon idea ever," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Though I have to admit, I was skeptical when you suggested Scotland."
I laugh, remembering his face when I pulled out the travel brochures. "You said, and I quote, 'Why would we go somewhere cold when we could go to Hawaii?'"
"And now look at me," he says, gesturing toward the ancient forests below us where pine, birch, and oak trees create a tapestry of rich autumn hues. "I'm already planning our next trip back."
The perfectly placed lochs reflect the mountains like mirrors, and the Highland air carries a crispness that reminds me of our own valley mornings.
Last night, we were lucky enough to glimpse the northern lights dancing across the clear sky, holding each other close as we watched nature's magic unfold above us.
"I love you, Mrs. Tuttle-Dalton," Colt whispers against my ear.
"I love you too, Mr. Dalton," I whisper back, knowing that whatever adventures await us, we'll face them together in our own magical corner of the world.