Extended Epilogue
Six Years Later
Diana was deep in the velvet, soft armchair, her feet tucked beneath her, one hand resting under her chin as she bit her lip in concentration, lost in the pages of the new book in the overflowing library. The room was bathed in golden sunlight, the rare warmth of the morning slipping through the windows, casting a honeyed glow over the mahogany shelves and the well-worn rug beneath her feet.