The moment the little girl buried herself against Fitzgerald's shoulder, the entire courtyard seemed to breathe easier.
It was as though every noble present had been waiting for that single moment.
The King had returned, and the Princess had reached him. England was whole again.
Only one person remained untouched by the reunion.
Mabel.
She stood where Fitzgerald had left her, her emerald eyes moving silently between the child in his arms, the pregnant queen, and the sleeping little boy now reaching tiny hands toward his father repeatedly.
For the first time since stepping into the Human Realm, she had not expected something, or even imagined this coming.
She had expected greed. She had expected politics. She had expected betrayal. She had not expected... this.
Fitzgerald looked nothing like the man who had spent weeks speaking to her so calmly and with all adoration in the Wolf Realm.
