*Welcome everyone to the final chapter! Thank you all for your support! You've been great!*

Not a pin drop could be heard in the entire banquet hall. Everyone watched with tense anticipation. Half stared at Conrart, unable to believe he actually barged in, interrupted the wedding, and said all that he said. Rozalia dropped her bouquet to the ground. Holter's attention turned immediately to her. The feeling of foreboding rose in his gut. She was crying.

Rozalia never thought she would hear the words that came out Conrart's mouth. It was like she imagined. It was like a dream. It seemed as if she wanted something so bad that it actually ended up happening. As tears drifted down her face, she waited for someone to say it was just a joke, waited for herself to wake. But none of it happened. She stood there staring at Conrart who watched her with blazing desperation in his eyes. Was he really here? Did he really say those things?

Conrart watched her painfully, devastatingly close to turning away and accepting his wretched fate. Then he saw it. He watched Rozalia rip off her veil and run towards him. He saw tears streaming from her eyes as she ran closer and closer to him. Conrart felt his heart beat faster and faster as he opened his arms to her. Rozalia ran into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck. Conrart wrapped his arms protectively around her waist, feeling relief and an overwhelming sense of freedom as he held her in his arms. It was as if his heard has sent off shots of warmth throughout his body and he felt an overpowering and liberating feeling as he held the woman he loved for so long embracing him.

Conrart ran a hand over her hair, holding her tightly. He had spent more than twenty years without her. Letting her go was no longer an option for him. Rozalia clutched him as if her very life depended on it. She had never felt so wonderfully relieved in her whole life. It seemed that her joy consumed her and she could do nothing but cry onto his shoulder. His arms were exactly how she remembered them, strong yet gentle. He smelled of sandalwood, earthy and so masculine in a gentle romantic sort of way. It brought back all sorts of memories. She loved him so much. She couldn't believe it.

"Oh, your highness, aren't you thrilled?!" Gunter asked and dropped about five encyclopedia type books on the desk in front of him. Yuri flinched with fright, staring at the books of doom.

"W-What is all this, Gunter?" Yuri asked, horrified.

"This, my dear king, is a collection of biographies of the first ten years of the twentieth king's life," Gunter pronounced proudly, perching his reading glasses on his nose.

"The first ten years?" Yuri gulped, staring at the sheer size of the books. "All these are just from the first ten years?"

"He was a rather vain king," Gunter explained. "Now, we shall proceed. The twentieth king of the Great Demon Kingdom was blah blah blah…"

Yuri bit back a sigh and he opened his notebook to start pretending like he was taking notes. It was a method he had developed recently. It kept Gunter satisfied and kept him from dying of boredom. Yuri drew a piece of large cake and topped it with berries. He was so hungry. Then he drew a picture of Morgif eating the cake. Yuri stopped and regarded his doodle a moment. Man, I suck at drawing, he thought to himself.

He looked sideways at Conrart's usual corner by the window. He wasn't there. It was Yozak who stood in his spot, gently nodding off. He wasn't immune to Gunter's droning like Conrart had been. Poor guy.

It had been three month since Conrart burst into the Laurent Banquet hall and stopped the wedding. He and Rozalia got married a week ago and were currently on their honeymoon. Yuri insisted that they keep living in Covenant Castle and that Yuri would take it as a personal insult if Conrart refused. He threatened to throw Conrart in jail if he refused. Yuri was joking, of course, but Conrart was grateful enough. Yuri knew it wasn't any business of his where Lord and Lady Weller spent their honeymoon but he was still curious. It must have been a special for Conrart to attempt to keep it just between him and Rozalia. Gwendal said that it was so none of them could follow. It was a shrewd decision on Conrart's part. Gwendal had thought that if Conrart did indeed reveal their destination, the entire castle would have followed. Yuri frowned. He wanted to go on vacation, too.

They said they would only be away a week. Today was the day they were supposed to return. The entire castle was all in a tizzy. The maids gossiped. The first married couple! They were all excited. The maids had followed their romance like a romance novel. The happy ending left them all squealing with delight.

Not everyone was happy though. Holter was thoroughly upset. He got into a huge fight with Conrart during the interrupted wedding. The fight ended up with swords clashing, a full blown fight over a maiden's hand. Even Yuri had to admit it would fit incredibly well in a romance story. If he had to read a story like Conrart's and Rozalia… he'd probably want to throttle Conrart for his stubbornness and stupidity and kick Holter for being a selfish jerk. The fight had ended when Rasmus, Rozalia's brother, stepped in. He told Holter that his sister has chosen and she chose Conrart. Therefore, the fighting was senseless. As his sister's guardian, her safety and happiness were most important and if Rozalia loves Conrart then she should be with him.

Holter did not take kindly to that at all. He left in a huff. Some say he's traveling through the world, determined to be heartbroken and sad. Some say he's holed up in his family's manor. Nobody really knows. Rozalia did wish that he would find someone who would love him just as he is and give him all the love he's yearned for.

A knock on the door pulled Yuri out of his thoughts. Gunter bade the person to enter.

"Your Majesty, a carriage is approaching," the guard announced.

"Who is it?" Gunter asked.

"It is Lord and Lady Weller's carriage," the guard spoke.

"They're back!" Yuri bolted out of his seat and ran for the door.

"Your Majesty!!" Gunter called after him.

"Come on, Lord von Christ," Yozak said, grinning as he walked toward the door. "Don't you want to see the happy couple?"

Gunter sighed and closed his book. He nodded and walked out with Yozak. Everyone was gathered in the main entryway. Greta was happily announcing how much she missed Conrart and Rozalia. Wolfram dropped hints that perhaps he and Yuri should follow Conrart and Rozalia's example. Yuri laughed uncomfortably. Gwendal tried to scoot away from Anissina as she tried to place something on his head. Murata chattered with Gunter who had become starry eyed about something he said. They were obviously discussing Yuri. Yozak joined in, laughing raucously.

The gates opened and everyone turned to it. A carriage swooped in and stopped right in front of them all. The door opened and Conrart's sunny and gentle face greeted them. Babble of welcome erupted from them all. Conrart only smiled, turned, and extended a hand to the woman in the carriage. A delicate hand reached out to him. Lady Rozalia stepped out of the carriage and smiled sweetly at all of them. She was more radiant that they remembered her and obviously very, very happy.

Murata was the first person to form a coherent sentence. He walked up to Conrart as Rozalia was pulled by Anissina who wanted to hear all the juicy details of her honeymoon. "I see you decided to take my advice after all," Murata said. "For a while, I thought you had disregarded it."

"I had thought I wouldn't," Conrart confessed, looking over at Rozalia who was listening to Greta chatter away happily. "But you were right, of course. Losing the one person you truly love and doing nothing is like dying a thousand deaths. I found that I could not handle the fact that I might have lost her forever. Thank you, your Eminence, for asking me that question."

"What question?" Murata asked, grinning. He knew exactly what question he had asked.

"You asked me: Could you live with yourself if you lost her forever?"

"So, Rozalia, are you fertile?" Yozak asked.

Rozalia blushed. "I beg your pardon."

"Are we going to see little Conrarts and little Rozalias running around sometime soon?" Yozak continued to prod.

"Well… I… uh…"

Conrart immediately appeared by his wife's side. "Now, Yozak, don't embarrass her," Conrart said.

"Don't be so gentlemanly, Captain," Yozak leered. "Everyone knows marriage is for having children. I suppose we ought to steer clear of the couple's bedroom lest we see or hear something we shouldn't."

Both Conrart and Rozalia blushed heatedly. Yozak only laughed. Greta didn't understand. Yuri 's eyes were wide that Yozak would be that blunt. Wolfram turned his face away, disgusted. Gwendal was irritated. Anissina just laughed. Murata only smiled. He found it would be refreshing to have a baby to liven up the spirits of the castle. It would certainly make for some interesting stories.

Conrart closed the door and sighed. The unending questions were over. Yozak's innuendos were finished. It was finally quiet. The night sky filtered in through the large windows. He saw Rozalia looking out at the stars, looking ravishing in her night gown. Her skin seemed to glow bright ivory. He smiled. He was so lucky. Conrart walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Rozalia leaned back into his chest comfortably.

"I hope Yozak didn't alarm you too much by what he said earlier," Conrart said. "He can be a little… blunt."

Rozalia chuckled. "Blunt is a vast understatement," she answered. "But he's right. Marriage is for starting a family and I want that. Though Yozak made it sound so… salacious."

"He was only poking fun," Conrart said.

"Yes, I realized that," Rozalia agreed. "It's a beautiful night."

They were silent for a long while. "Rozalia, do you have any regrets?"

"Regrets?" Rozalia smirked up at him. "Silly man. What are you talking about?"

"I feel that… I don't know… that I shouldn't be happy," he said, "that I'm not meant to be happy."

Rozalia thought about what he said. Yes, she suspected that something like this was filtering through his mind. He had been acting odd the last two or three days. "That's complete garbage," she said bluntly. "Everyone deserves to be happy. I'd like you to give me a chance to show you that."

"Thank you, Rozalia," Conrart sighed comfortably. "And all I want is to give you everything you dream of."

"It's stupid to want something like that."

"Oh?" Conrart raised his eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"Because everything I want," Rozalia said, snuggling further into his embrace, "is right here."

"True love doesn't have a happy ending. True love doesn't have an ending."