Epilogue
I awoke to the sound of familiar birds singing in the trees. The room was cold, but I was snug and warm under the thick blankets on the bed. I knew when I opened my eyes, I’d see the familiar light patterns on the ceiling and the early morning frost painting intricate flowers on the window glass.
Theo and I had spent a few more days at the Veilstead, all loved up and just happy to reconnect.
It was easy to forget the real world outside and the hard questions we were going to have to face soon.
I had to figure out what to do with my now eternal life and how I would fit into Theo’s court.
It was a relief to know that I no longer had a predestined future, planned and put into motion by the Fates.
But it was also a scary thought, knowing I had to carve out my own destiny from here on out.
After nearly a week of bliss with good food, mind-altering sex and more than one long walk in the snow, we had started packing our things to head back to the Lodge.
Theo had kept my clothes, books, and letters in a box, unable to let go of my possessions after my death.
It was a bittersweet moment unpacking the box and more than once I caught Theo glancing over at me, as if to make sure I was truly back.
I had visited my mother the day after I had returned and we had cried for hours in each other’s arms. She was looking better these days, as if the God realm was helping her regain some strength. She had made friends with the fairies in the village and had even started working in a little shop.
She had remained behind when Theo and I had traveled back to the human realm. Now that we both were free to choose our paths and my mother was taken care of, we had decided to go traveling together.
Theo had brought myriads of notebooks and was planning on visiting every library in Sevalis. His library had been badly damaged in the attack and he was determined to see it restored to its old glory.
And me? I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the rest of my life, but I no longer doubted that I would find my way. So long as I had Theo by my side, there would never be a dull day ahead.
I heard him coming up the stairs, dressed from head to toe in human clothes that did little to hide his magnificent godly features. He carried a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee, balancing it on one hand, while holding a basket of bread and jam in the other.
“So, wordsmith, are you ready to travel and learn everything about the history of this continent with me?” he asked in his scholarly voice.
I laughed. “I am, oh wise husband of mine. But before we do that, I have some questions about this book I have been reading.”
And, with a grin, I pulled out “Miss Rosemary and the Gardener.”
Theo’s grin turned wicked as he prowled over to me.
The world could wait a little longer—after all, we were making our own fate now.
THE END
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