I am soooo sorry for the late posting. I've had a lot of uni work collecting in my inbox and then I got really sick, spent some time in the hospital. But never fear! The last chapter of Heart Song is here! Its short and sweet--I've never been too happy with the endings of my stories. Let me know what you think, send me some love!!!

I'm going to take a break from fanfiction, just until I can finish my story over at Fiction Press. Its called Touching Memories *cough, cough* If you need a fix for my writing, go over there and check me out.

I'm so glad that y'all came with me for this journey, please accept this last chapter as evidence of my gratitude and look for more to come.

XD Closet Adventuralist

I watched the guests mingle in the ballroom, the celebration much more reserved than the previous raucous party I'd attended. There was no trace of drunken gremlins, nor was there any of the riotous music playing. Instead, a conservative five-piece string band played softly in the background, adding to the sophisticated ambiance of the room.

Wiping my nervous hands over the invisible creases in my gown, I scanned the room for Nuada. Since the confrontation with the Council, he had been perpetually caught up in plans for taking his father's throne and for arranging the coronation ball. Begrudgingly, I admitted that it was necessary for him to be away, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Irritably, I pressed a hand to the crown arranged neatly on my head, calming myself with the knowledge that no one could tear us apart, not now, not ever.

The nights he was able to make it back to our rooms before I fell asleep were filled with passionate lovemaking, with long talks, with sweet caresses. My days were spent with various mentors, learning the duties I would be expected to perform, and with Liz, whose belly grew more pronounced daily.

A light tingle skimmed the back of my neck, racing down my spine to settle in the small of my back. Nuada. He stood inches behind me, one pale hand sliding down my spine in one slow caress. "This dress looks particularly ravishing this evening," he whispered in a low voice meant for my ears only. I chuckled, biting back a soft moan as he pressed a kiss to the skin at my hairline.

"It has sentimental value," I replied, allowing him to wrap his arms around my hips. The fabric of his shirt rubbed sensuously against the bare skin of my back, the heat of his body seeping through to warm me. I didn't think I would ever get used to the way Nuada affected me, that way he could bring me to my knees with just a look, a well placed touch.

Nuada nipped at my shoulders, his teeth leaving small red marks across my skin, "I love you," he said. I turned in his arms, allowing him to pull me as close as he could. His orange-red eyes gazed down at me, his emotions laid bare.

"I love you," I replied, pulling him down for a kiss. At the meeting of flesh, I could feel Nuada's utter contentment with our union. He was the rightful King, and I his Queen. From all around the room, clapping hands sent a message that signaled the crowd's approval of our kiss. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and I ducked my head into Nuada's chest. Nuada simply waved to the cheering crowd, giving a courtly bow in response before pulling me off to a vacant balcony.

The Unseen Kingdom lay in perfect serenity around us, the sweet-smelling floral scent of the garden below us filling my head. Nuada guided me to the railing, his hand tracing invisible lines across my skin. The contact sent electric tingles throughout my body, causing my heart to beat hard within my chest. "So, what do we do now?" I asked, looking up at my husband, my love.

He gazed down at me, a sly smile forming over his dark lips, "Oh, I can think of a few suggestions." With that, he pulled me into a fierce embrace, his mouth slanting over my own, his hands grasping for as much skin as he could reach. When air became an issue, I broke away, gasping.

"I think I might be amenable to your suggestions." The look Nuada gave me shot a tingle of warmth straight to my core, his eyes seeming to glow an effervescent orange in the dimming light.

"Well then," he replied, "how do you feel about silk scarves?" Oh boy…