Epilogue

“Jesus, and I thought I had it bad in the beginning,” Aime states, taking a bite of the donuts Ali made for us to enjoy with our tea in the royal garden. It has been a month since returning from our honeymoon, when Alekai and I travelled the country not only to get to know our people and what they need but also to visit historical sites that were once popular when Symphrain was once Canada. Niagara Falls was my favourite spot during the trip.

“You really do have a Cinderella story, as twisted as it is, with coming from poverty and becoming our Queen,” Jaida adds, causing me to chuckle.

“I got lucky. I also had a great school life because of you two,” I add, smiling as I lean back and relax in my chair.

“That and me making you look super hot for the club that landed you a Prince,” Aime points out, and I roll my eyes.

“It also got us kidnapped, sold, raped… Shall I continue?” Jaida points out sarcastically, causing Aime to throw a croissant at the Heiress.

“Thanks, I was craving that,” Jaida exclaims, placing her hand on her stomach, a small bump evident as well. I grin, turning to look at Aime, looking at her bump, the next batch of best friends to come.

“Is your mother-in-law adopting that bitch’s daughter when she’s born?” Jaida asks and I sigh.

“Yes, Linnate is expected to give birth in three months. After that she will be executed.” I answer honestly, frowning at the thought of that vile woman living in a guest room guarded twenty-four-seven until Alekai’s sister is born. Only those trusted by Alekai, Arabess and I know about the pregnancy, one that will be played off as a miracle baby for Arabess as soon as the child is born. With the Rushard family being stripped of their title and executed for treason, the property seized will go to Princess Millan when she comes of age.

“Well we are just happy knowing that she will be gone for good and can no longer hurt you or your baby.” Aime states, placing her hand on my shoulder as she sends me a warm smile, one I reciprocate with my own.

“So, Aime, it's your turn for story time.” I state, sipping my tea and changing the subject as Elisa chuckles behind me.

“I guess it is.” My friend sighs as we get comfortable, ready for her tale of how fashion chained her to her enemy-turned-fiancé, Dorian.