Authors Note:

So, I know it took me forever to post this but I'm not dead and I think this will be my only and last fanfiction on this website because I'm going over to wattpad, so I hope you enjoy this thanks if yours still here and about to read this and thanks for staying this far with me.

Enjoy!

Epilogue

Five years later

His bedroom is untouched. The same way he left it five years ago. It still smells the same, the cloths in the closet are the same. Everything is the same.

My eyes blur with tears as I look at the portrait on the wall. It's a picture of him when he was little. Cal put it up before his death. Maven told me that person was gone. Forever.

He told me before his death that all he ever wanted was to be looked at. To be the flame and not the shadow for once. To be the first choice and when I looked at him with tears in my eyes and told him that he was my flame. He said;

"Well that's too bad." Then he turned around and willingly walked to his death with mother.

He's buried somewhere far away. The gravestone is bare, not containing a title or anything to identify him as royalty. Same with mothers. But then again, they did die traitors to their crown's and blood.

I run a finger on the dusty surface of the dresser. Dust collects on the pad of my finger. It feels fuzzy and uncomfortable. Exactly how I feel. And then I let myself sink to the floor and sob. I think through the last five years trying to have it all sink in, I recap it in my mind as I have done so many times. It never helps me except anything so I'm not sure why I keep doing it, but I do anyway.

I haven't forgiven Cal, not yet, not ever. Even after five years I can't bring myself to. At first it was bad I wouldn't talk to him let alone look at him. Slowly we started getting along better but we'll never be as close as we used to be. Not after he took my mother away from me knowing that pain. Not after he took our brother away.

Mare's gone to. I guess he couldn't even spare some sympathy for the girl he loved. I don't care that much though. I only spare her a thought because of the hole she left in Cals heart.

Cal thinks I don't care about him anymore, he doesn't know that's not true and I don't plan on showing It or telling him.

Evaligne is Married to Cal now. She's caught up in her own world and she doesn't seem to care that Maven, Elara, and Mare are dead. I mean why should she? After all she got everything she wanted. The crown is in her future for sure. She has a lover on the side of her marriage. And she can overrule almost anyone's commands.

After a long hour of sobbing I stand up. My legs are weak and they shake under the weight of my body. I lean on the dresser and wipe my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I take a step forward toward the door.

I count my steps. One, two, three, four, five, six. I reach for the door handle and turn it, I jerk the door toward me opening it. I wipe my eyes one more time and sniff before stepping out. I walk to my room and see Evaligne leaning on the door waiting.

When I reach her, she looks at my face noting my puffy eyes which sting and are probably blood shot. She rolls her eyes and pushes herself up allowing me to go into my room.

"You seriously need to stop going there. It's been five years since he died and he brought it on himself to." I clench my jaw willing myself not to turn around and punch her. That's what everyone thinks. It wasn't his fault though and apparently, I'm the only one who knows that.

I enter the room and she follow's me in.

"I didn't invite you in." I say not looking at her. She ignores me and keeps going.

"I mean you need to grow up and except it. He's dead so what?" I clench my fist and whirl around to look at her. Where about the same height and at this distance I don't need to look up at her. She smirks smugly at getting a reaction, but it's gone the minute I start talking.

"So what? I'll show you so what just get me your brother and mother and I'll put them in some silent stone shackles and place them in front of a firing squad. How would you like that? Oh, and maybe we should add Elane to the mix." Now it's her turn to clench her fist and fume. I can tell she wants to call upon her ability and cut me to pieces at the mere threat.

I smirk. "And remember that I could become the version my mother wanted. The monster version. I could do that anytime I would like and you would become my puppet."

"Look how far it got her. An early grave is what you want in your future?" She sneers back. I laugh sharply. It sounds so much like the laugh my mother would give and it scares me.

"I don't have anything to live for anymore. One day I'll be sold of into marriage just like you. My brother is dead, my mother is, and I might as well be. An early grave is the least of my worries." I tell her taking a step forward. "I do know it's not at the top of your bucket list though and I could certainly make sure that it gets to the top and happens." I see a flash of fear in her eyes.

"When I'm queen I'll make sure that you get sold into marriage. I'll even make sure it's a living hell the whole time." Then she lowers her lips to my ear and whispers, "That's if I don't send you into your grave first." She pulls back with a twisted smile. Her eyes scan my face for a reaction but I refuse to give her one. Frowning she leaves.

During dinner I don't touch my food. I don't look at Cal or Evaligne I just stare at my plate waiting for the whole thing to be over. Once there both gone, I burst into tears and they don't stop.

Somewhere in the middle of it I remember getting a knife. I remember writing a letter and signing it to cal and then I remember shutting my eyes and falling asleep. I don't remember waking up again, I don't think I ever did though.