This is the last chapter of this fanfic.

When I started it, I did not expect the response it got and I was a bit hesitant since I am not a native English speaker. So thank very much to everyone who read this story, added it to their favorites and followed it.

I also would like to thank everyone who took the time to let me know their thoughts and who supported me.

If some of you are interested, I am preparing the sequel with Tsuna's and his friends' children.

Chapter 37: Dawn

Gokudera eyed his reflection critically. There were no creases, except for those on his brow.

"I don't recall you being this nervous at our wedding," Haru smiled and gently pushed his hands away, smoothing the clothing she had chosen for him.

"It would be terrible for the king and our family if I don't make a good impression as his right hand."

She rolled her eyes. "And if you keep staring at yourself like that, you're going to take longer than the prince or the bride. How are you going to explain that?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you," he frowned before adding with a teasing smile. "Woman." She glared at him, but before she had the time to protest his arm was around her waist and his lips on hers. Their kiss grew more passionate, and she pulled away.

"Are you planning on making the both of us late?" she asked, amused.

"Maybe," he smirked and bent to capture her lips again.

"Oh, please! Stop it, that's gross!"

They immediately broke their embrace, turning their attention toward the young girl who had interrupted them so abruptly. She was standing with her arms crossed and a very familiar scowl on her face.

"You certainly won't say that later," Haru replied. "Although kissing might never happen, with your father scaring away every boy who shows some interest in you." She sent a pointed look at the latter.

"And I'm not sorry for that. Besides, she has more important things to think about than boys. How was your training yesterday?"

Her dark eyes gleamed.

"I almost kicked the ass of Takeshi's son. But I promise you, next time I will succeed. And everyone will be there to see him make an idiot of himself."

"That's my girl!" he said, proud, while Haru winced internally at her daughter's language. Her hair was not the only thing that she had inherited from her father.

"You should not encourage her to confront him like that. I am not sure it is the behavior expected from a knight," she chided him before reporting her attention on her. "Where is your sister?

Her face closed off. "She's still in her room. She doesn't want to go." Gokudera's jaw tightened. Haru put her hand on his arm, smiling weakly. "I'm going to speak to her."

Upon entering the great hall decorated with the colors and coat-of-arms of the Sky kingdom and those of the Millefiore kingdom, they met a certain blond Sky mage and his wife.

"Lord and Lady Chiavarone! How are you?" Haru greeted enthusiastically.

"Oh, please Haru, call me Bianchi. We are sisters now, after all," the royal healer smiled. "Are you not going to say hello, brother?" He grunted and reluctantly hugged her back. They were quickly joined by the Sasagawas and their son.

"I am extremely happy to see you all!" the Sun Guardian exclaimed before turning to Gokudera's oldest daughter. "I heard about your sparring session. I wished I was there to see that, it seemed to have been quite impressive." She blushed in pleasure.

"Thank you, Sir. I like being your squire, but I can't wait being a knight!"

"And a Guardian?"

"And a Guardian!"

He laughed, oblivious to his son's sad expression. However, the latter disappeared quickly when the young girl took his hand.

"Come! I have something to show you!" She dragged him along with her, talking excitedly about the passage she discovered in the castle a few days ago, followed by her sister.

"I have found my successor, although we are not of the same Flame," Ryohei stated. His wife frowned but did not say anything.

"She is indeed almost as lively as you," Takeshi remarked as he approached them, Azzurra on his arm.

"Where is he?" Gokudera asked dryly, noticing that their son was not accompanying them. He highly doubted that he stayed in the Millefiore kingdom.

"Talking with Hibari," someone said before he had the time to reply.

"Chrome!" Haru cried. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you," she answered with a light smile. They had all been astonished upon learning that the captain of the royal guard had proposed to her when he was known for his strong dislike of illusionists and particularly of Mukuro, who appeared to Chrome from time to time as their spirits were connected. But Gokudera swore that since then Hibari seemed to be less violent, if that was possible, and Haru, Bianchi and Kyoko had noticed that the Mist mage was less shy and more at ease with people. After all, if someone had told him that he would fall in love with Haru and be loved back, he would have probably thrown explosive energy at them for annoying him with stupidities.

"Good, let him stay with him," he grumbled. Haru discretely elbowed him. Azzurra had the elegance to pretend that she did not hear anything.

The great hall suddenly echoed with the heavy footfall of a group of men dressed in furs and leather.

"Lambo Bovino, son of Lord Bovino, head of the mountain clans of the Frozen Fangs and Lightning Guardian of His Majesty Vongola IX and his wife I-pin," an attendant announced, almost out of breath.

"He has not changed at all after all these years," Gokudera scoffed. "He still likes to draw attention."

"My friends! How good to see you! Even you, stupid Gokudera!" They caught up with each other, exchanging warm embraces.

"How is Fon?" Lord Chiavarone inquired.

"Well, it had not always been easy with Viper, but things are a lot better now," she smiled.

"I heard that Xanxus found an illusionist and that he is very talented," Takeshi said.

"He will never match our Mist Guardian and Mist Archmage," Bianchi replied, winking at Chrome who smiled warmly to her.

The conversation stopped and everyone took their seat as the royal family entered and the king and prince placed themselves near the altar.

Haru watched the young woman with black hair and dark blue eyes who was on the arm of her father join the man with whom she was going to share her life. Seeing Tsuna's son and Yuni's daughter together reminded her of all they had been through and overcome. She looked at the youngest of her children, whose complexion was too pale, and dared to hope.