Ahhh, the last chapter. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you've given me on this story, it is much appreciated.
'Am I far enough?' Rory wondered as she sat on a log on the side of the dirt path, gasping for breath. She had run for what had seemed like forever. A branch had snatched the rag she had been wearing on her head and her hair was a mess. Rory brushed her hair back over her face, only to have it fall back down.
The tears on her face had dried only to be replaced by new ones. The letter Rory was originally carrying was shoved into her satchel. She sat on the road, waiting for a carriage to come by and take her to Camelot.
"You haven't cried this much since your mother's funeral, have you?' Tristan found a seat next to Rory on the log. "I'm sorry."
Rory stood up and faced him, blocking Prince Tristan's view of the road. "How do you know? You weren't there your majesty," she demanded.
"Tristan, please. I told you to call me Tristan at the ball and that still applies. Sir Jess told me about what happened to you. About losing your mother only to be sent to live with your father and his new family, just to have him die another year after that. Listen, Rory, everything I told you at the ball was true. I want be with you Rory. I don't care what my parents think anymore. My life began when I met you, when I stopped staying in the background, when I spoke to you."
Tristan lifted her head again so Rory could meet his eyes.
"Rory, throughout the ball, when all the women there were trying to win me over; or at all the diplomatic dinners, trying not to fall asleep; your what kept me going. The way your eyes always met mine, not knowing it. Your smile, hearing you laugh with Sir Jess. Knowing you has made me...average, not a prince. If I have to loose my throne and inheritance, become a peasant, I will still only want one thing, you. I want to be with you Rory. I love you."
"I love you too Tristan," Rory replied, eyes dancing, a huge smile spread across her face. She was the happiest she had ever been in her entire life.
Tristan grabbed her around the waist and Rory threw her arms around his neck. They then leaned in and kissed intensely.
Somewhere up in the sky, Rory's godmother was watching and knew what was going to happen from here on. Tristan and Rory, the future queen of Great Britain, would be married within a week, a double wedding with Princess Michelle and Sir Jess. All of their closest friends attended, including Rory's family from Camelot and many of the peasants Rory had grown up with. Cheri and Georgia were not invited and shut out of the now Princess Rory's life. Her godmother knew that Tristan and Rory, and Michelle and Jess would live full happy lives and that there kingdom of Great Britain would grow and prosper.
The End. Review please. Pretty Please. With a strawberry on top. (I don't like cherries.)