Hey guys and gals! This is the final chapter to this fic. Unfortunately, I won't be able to read the reviews due to my VERY busy life. I do hope y'all enjoy this fic tho ^-^

Donovan's POV

After having Missy sleep for a bit, I placed a troupple chalice on the ground I had found in a trunk at the villa. The king arose and asked me for what I needed. I asked him on how to dance. "Hahaha! Is that really all? Not an Ichor to spare? Well, here we go then!" He began. Small fish bounced through the air, kissing each other. I was quite dumbfounded by the whole thing at first but found myself waltzing and dancing on my own. It felt odd being with no one, but it felt refreshing somehow. After 5 minutes of dancing. The Acolytes awoke and the troupple king wished me good luck. Leaving on my scythe like a broomstick, I headed home and walked into my room. All day I refurbished my house and placed the colors where they would be. Pale walls, brown carpets; Simple but homey enough. Hanging my scythe of the wall, I slept like a pig for the remainder of the afternoon.

Missy's POV

The lich yard needed some lights for the citizens to navigate through the darkness, so that was my first trip. Phantom striker appeared before the shrieking gate and lead me to the unlit lanterns. "This place used to be so bustling with life! Then that nuisance of a reaper appeared and stole it. What an utter scrapping of junk," he grimaced. I had never heard someone talk so rudely about Donovan. This was all against his will, or he would be dead. People just don't know that truth, which is quite sad. "I beg to differ. But we all have opin-" I was cut off. "Him?! That reaper has done nothing to help this world! All he did was make that tower a hell hole, and start this mess! He's pathetic and useless!" He hissed at me. "He did nothing wrong! He did it against his will and had to or the enchantress would murder him! You need to learn that just because someone does something, doesn't mean their responsible! Good day, you peasant!" I snapped at him. The lanterns lit all up, leaving the schmuck alone in darkness. Arriving at the pond after a long day, I ate dinner with my fellow acolytes. Tonight was the big troupple dance, which is why everyone was wearing normal, classy clothes. Maybe Donovan would show up tonight.

Donovan's POV

Snoring and snoring, my alarm went off and I stretched. I looked out my window, at the village were fireworks and lanterns a'blazing. I ran off to the pond and no one as there, except the acolytes leaving to the village to get their mates. I looked around and saw Missy practicing her dancing. She was, very good at dancing. Makes sense. If you lived with the king that can do everything, then you should know how to do so. Walking up to her, I tapped her shoulder and noticed her bolt to my direction and blush quickly. "H-hi Donovan! I didn't know you were going to show up!" She smiled. "I almost didn't know this was still ongoing. While everyone's gone, care to dance, Missy?~" I asked her smoothly. Her eyes turned white and her face was burning. "O-o-of course!"

Hands in hands, we danced to the troupple king and his troupples flying in the background. Eyes closed and smiling, we danced into the night. Eventually the pacechanged and we let go and started to do own our dance. I peeped my eyes open a bit and she spread her cloak open and started to spin it the air, like a whip. To do something amusing, I got my scythe and spinned it on my finger. Sending it into the sky, we joined back and continued waltzing. Never had I done something so humanly in a long time.

Missy's POV

I was lucky to have such a mischievous and well trained partner. Donovan was like no other. A savior, a dancer, and my man of dreams. Such a perfect and balanced combination. I could just make out the troupple king grinning at us. Golly, what a night this was gonna be. Soon, the acolytes started to come back through the hedges in the corner and saw us. "I was gonna be embarrassed all night, wasn't I?" I thought. The troupple king splashed the troupple bakc into the pond and sank into the water, the bard was finishing up the song and the dancer was slowing down to almost a halt.

Both POVs

With the whole thing starting to die down, we both opened our eyes and our heads grew closer and closer and puck!~ We had kissed officially. We were both an official ship to the witnesses. We leached off our lips and unhitched our fingers. We were both blushing while the king was fanboying madly.

Donovan's POV

Cherry red, I looked around and saw Shovel and Plague waving at me. Mona and Shield just winked while grinning. I replied with a eye roll and returned to the King's attention. "That was magnificent you two! In troupple tradition, I make you two husband and wife immediately!" He bellowed. What. Dumbfounded I was. What just happened? I stood in a unmoving position. Looking over at Missy, she just seemed no different. She knew this all along, didn't she? Oh well, I can't argue.

"Sorry if this is sudden Donovan, but in troupple tradition; if a duet of dancers fulfill my satisfactions of dancing, I marry them off! Usually it's just an acolyte, but this is different! Missy, do you take Donovan as your wedded Husband?" "I do! Of course!" Missy bounced. "So, if I may ask. Do you, Donovan, take Missy as you wedded wife?" The king said. It took me a moment, my cloaked covered my eyes and I walked away a little. Looking up finally, I said: "I do. Happily." I smiled. My scythe fell from the sky into my grip exactly, ready for my departure. Missy dashed to me and kissed me again. Everyone cheered and some jumped into the air. I held onto Missy as I started to teleport. She then threw a bouquet of flowers into the crowd, someone anonymous out of my vision caught it.

Missy's POV

We appeared at the plains of passage, holding hands. After a stroll, we found a ledge with a waterfall on the opposite side. Sitting down, Donovan stretched his amr around me, allowing me set my head beneath his shoulder. I felt his warmth dominate me as I felt drowsy. On the waterfall's edge, Black knight appeared out of smoke and put his spade into the ground. Sitting on the opposing ledge, he noticed me and Donovan. "Hey Don and Missy. I heard the news from Shovel. Congrats you two. You've both earned it well," Black said. "Thank you. Thank you Julius." Donovan said. So that was Black knight's name, Julius. Sounded fierce to me.

Both POVs

Falling asleep into each other, we felt the wind blow silently and the crickets chirp, also with the waterfall plowing the water beneath out feet. Without hesitation, we fell backwards and held onto each other while we slept. We were destined lovers for sure. And with that, we fell into the night and eternal love was born from a reaper and a lonely acolyte.

-The End-