Epilogue
P owerful gusts of wind battered the coastal city, pushing sails across the vast expanse of the sea and toward the port. Lorali pulled strands of short, dark hair from her mouth and tucked them behind her ear as she enjoyed the sun warming her skin after months spent in the cold, magic-filled mountains in Isodore.
"Where do you want to go?" Eldric asked, sun-bronzed arms folded behind his head as he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of crashing waves. With a small smile playing on her lips, she watched him. Finding joy in the way he basked in the sunlight and reminded her of a contented dog reveling in its favorite sunspot.
"I'm not sure. I didn't really think this far ahead," she answered truthfully. "Any ideas?"
Eldric rolled onto his side, head propped into his hand as he looked at her with a grin. "This is one of the biggest port cities in the world, so wherever we want, we can go."
Lorali's brows furrowed, frowning at the old map held down in the sand by shells and faded with age with careful consideration. Her finger followed the ley lines she had added to their map, settling on a large lake surrounded by mountains farther up the Korinth coast. "I think this may be the place. Someone at the hostel said there's an impressive library that holds any text or scroll you could imagine," she said with a definitive nod.
"Your obsession with magical history never ceases to amaze me. Turning our second marriage ceremony into another research trip," Eldric chuckled with a shake of his head as he flopped back into the sand.
She raised her brow after a moment, a smile creeping across her face, her necklace holding her parents’ wedding bands slipping from beneath her shirt and dangling in the space between them as she leaned over him. "What was that?"
He grinned, loving their little game as he looked up into her clear eyes that sparkled with a joy he had grown to love seeing in them. His knuckles grazed across her freckled skin.
"Nothing," he hummed, his eyes lighting up with anticipation as she leaned in. "Just that I can't wait for you to be my wife again."
Their noses touched as her breath caressed his skin, their lips brushing against each other as she spoke.
"That's what I thought."
THE END