Epilogue

Magnus

I have never seen my cousin more serious than he is now. This ordeal has aged him, matured him and toughened him up. He is sitting on his thrown with a deep pensive look on his face and he regards everything and everyone with a sense of responsibility. I am afraid Sig is gone. All I have before me is King Sigvard. To think that I was pushing him back in the day to become what he is now, to drop that lightness that got him in trouble, to abandon the playfulness that made him look inadequate to be the Alpha King. Now? I regret this.

Because behind that wisdom the pain has brought him, it also weights a sorrow that is not suiting him. My cousin, the only blood family I have left, is unhappy.

“He will find himself again,” Antiope says.

She doesn’t need the link to read my thoughts. Rarely does either of us needs it. I turn to her and her sight is enough to bring a smile on my face. My mate is the most beautiful female in the world. And her swollen belly makes her even more beautifu