Author's Notes: I am so pleased with how this fic is done, but alas we have reached the end. I wantd to post it a little later, but I really don't know when I'll be able to next. This is the feared

Epilogue. I am however going to do the sequel, which will reveal Sakura's past and kind of continue on

the note I left this one with in this chap… epilogue. Look for it soon, but don't hold your breath. I've gone

from having loads of free time to none at all! I appreciate all you guys for your support. As always read and

review!

Love you all lots for reading my fics! -Anrui (PS disclaimer goes here, copy and paste your favorite in if ya want) (PSS I take constructive

critizism, just don't take it too far, please)

The emperor and empress of China stood before the crowd looking stately and dignified. Their five-year old son, the heir to all of China, stood twitching from the excitement of the crowd and his own restlessness. In the empress's arms lay a small baby girl, who slept fitfully but remained more silent than her brother on the ground.

A careless observer would think the two to be cold and distant, but it you watched closely you could tell otherwise. You would see the way her hand silently found its way to his and their fingers intertwined for a moment. Or, as he spoke to the crowd, how sometimes they'd quickly glance over with a small smile.

T'ien would wave to the people sometimes, as if for a moment it cured his boredness. His mood would swing tirelessly from happy to bored to restless and then start the cycle all over again. Often, his mother would lay a hand on his head, and he'd settle down for a bit and then continue on like before.

Syaoran's voice had an easy confidence to it as he talked to the multitude. If for that reason, and no other, the people loved to see him come to speak as if it reassured them. He'd talk about different affairs and talk about various things that would require work to get done.

His wife stood silently at his side, haven been given by her husband equal power, but knowing there were some that wouldn't appreciate a demonstration of it. She did not really want the power as much as some would guess. A visitor to the palace would find her most often in the garden with her children, waiting for the emperor to finish with all the royal matters that needed attended to.

There were always at least ten people who marveled at how picturesque the royal family looked together. The stories of what had happened allowed them to imagine all different kinds of lives for them. Very few actually guessed the full truth of the matter. Mara, one of the palace's guards, would have told you that the two were crazy but would also admit grudgingly that they did seem to have loved each other for quite a long time. Kentaro, who worked on different engineering problems for the palace, would say that they were obviously fated or something like that. Their story's like a fairy tale, he would continue, it's sweet but never works out until the end.

But this is all irrelevant, seeing as it was all far from their minds. "As the Japanese move closer to our borders, we must prepare to fight them with any means necessary," Syaoran continued on from what he had been saying. "The empress and I both agree that war should be avoided, but we are both fully aware that the people of China are our main priority."

"Further more, you must prepare yourselves for that war, should it be necessary." He finished. Both Sakura and Syaoran knew that at this rate, war was almost inevitable...

That, though is another story, and this one has reached it's end.