Chapter Fifty: Epilogue
Christine laughed joyfully as she chased her two year old twins, Gustave and Isabelle around the palace gardens.
When they had found out she was with child - and expecting twins, no less! - the staff had been overjoyed.
Erik, of course, had panicked, but she had eventually managed to convince him that he was not going to lose her.
Still, that didn't stop him from hovering just outside the door of their shared bedchamber when it came time for the birth.
Thankfully, though, the birth came relatively quickly, with very few complications.
Christine stopped to breathe, leaning against a tree.
Touching the slight swell of her stomach, she sighed contentedly, and turned around as she heard familiar footsteps.
Looking up into her husband's eyes, she smiled and leaned up to kiss him, unknowing of the invisible cloaked figure that was watching them with a look of immense satisfaction - and a hint of pride - in her violet eyes.
'Yes,' Christine thought to herself as she pulled away reluctantly, listening to the shrieks of her children.
'All is as it should be.'
And it was.
It truly was.
A Message From The Authoress: Winter turns to spring, famine turns to feast...
Nature points the way, nothing left to say...
Au revoir... and merci...
The End.