The boat rocked back and forth, but this time Neville didn't mind. His thoughts were elsewhere as his lip parted, and a sigh escaped.

His hands pushed into her inky hair as he took her lips, the desire to claim her fully too strong to be denied this time. Her hands stroked his bare torso as they stumbled towards the bed. They almost tripped over their clothes as the ship veered, but with a chuckle, they continued until his back was on the bed. She looked down at him, her eyes like starlight as she smiled. That smile was everything, and he knew that he couldn't have created someone more perfect.

She bit her lip mischievously as she climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. He watched as her hair fell into her face and gripped it tighter as he pulled her down onto of him.

"I love you, wife."

I love you too, Lord Gardener." She giggled as he growled.

She pressed herself against him and moaned as he claimed her mouth again. Slowly, agonisingly, torturously, she lowered herself until finally, they were whole again.

The world exploded into colour as they held each other close, rocking with the sway of the boat. Sensations rolling like the waves until finally, the waves broke.

They panted together as Pansy lay sprawled across his chest.

"I love you, Husband."

"I love you, My lady."

"How long until we reach Arda?" She asked between pants.

"About two weeks, depending on good weather." He said with a smirk.

"Oh no, Whatever will we do to entertain ourselves?" She asked sarcastically as she pushed herself up to kiss him, touching his face with her palm.

"I have no idea." He smirked back as they cuddled into each other, finding a home in each other's arms. "And what then?"

"Well firstly, I want to see the look on your grandmothers face when you return home married. After that, we'll have to see. I may like it is Southfarthings more than in Melanium."

"Well, as promised, I grant you safe passage on my ship." Neville grinned as Pansy rolled her eyes.

"So now, let us sail far away and see what the future holds in store.

Pansy, who faced the King, faced the reign. Marked by fate to be reclaimed. To be owned by marks of destiny granted. Linked to Neville with the heart of the earth. The prophecy had been fulfilled and quietly and completely balance returned to the Kingdom as the land healed itself.