Author's Note: This is it, the epilogue of Tricks and Thievery! Thank you to all my readers, and hopefully you'll keep enjoying my stories!

Epilogue

Ten years passed since the day Haruhi and Kyouya moved onto the Fujioka land, and upon the land Kyouya proposed to her. They had both grown in that time: Kyouya looking more like a prince, despite giving up the title himself to be a farmer, and Haruhi outgrowing her dirty face for a gentle and happy smile, framed by longer brunette hair.

When word broke out about their marriage – short and sweet with Yoshio uniting them before their friends and family – there was many townsfolk that were shocked and abhorred the thoughts of the third son of their king marrying a former thief and murderer. Even ten years later, there was still a few moments of backlash as they traveled into town.

However, for Haruhi Fujioka-Ohtori, the talk and curses meant nothing to her. For her, the feel of Kyouya's hand clasped with her own as they walked together down the busy streets, the jealous and angry words did little harm just as they did years ago when she cleverly hid herself among them to steal coins from their pockets.

Today, on their wedding anniversary, as the sun was setting behind their home, Haruhi hummed peacefully in the kitchen, preparing a hearty meal for the evening while waiting for her husband's return from town, she smiled as the light kicks inside of her stomach.

"Yes, little one," she cooed softly, one hand rubbing the rounded skin gently, "We'll be eating soon. Just be a little more patient with me."

She received another kick and Haruhi laughed, "My, you have an attitude already!"

"Haruhi, we're home!" she heard Kyouya call from the front of the house, followed by the sudden rush of small footsteps towards the kitchen. Haruhi placed down the spoon for her stew and turned towards the doorway where her daughter, Ayame, rushed in, a bright smile on her face and her ebony hair disheveled from her sprint.

"Momma, guess what I saw today! A really big snake!" the child spoke, a bit of a lisp in her voice as she motioned how big the snake was with her arms. Haruhi chuckled as she expressed her surprise.

"Oh my! That big? Were you scared?"

"Nuh-uh! I even touched it, and it felt really cool and slimy! I wanted to hold it, but Daddy said not to."

"That's because that snake could hurt you without realizing it," Kyouya said, entering the kitchen and placing down the baskets of items that they had bought in town.

Haruhi smiled at her husband as he continued to explain to Ayame about the snake; in her wildest dreams, she would've never thought that the dark lord, Kyouya Ohtori, would ever give up his title and help her as a farmer of her parents' land, and even further so by being excellent at doing so. In the ten years since regaining the land, the Fujioka land had returned to the way it was when Haruhi was a child, and the mere thought always made the former thief smile.

"What's for dinner tonight, Momma?" Ayame asked, breaking Haruhi from her reverie.

"Thanks to the vegetables that Daddy and you picked yesterday, we're having a beef stew," Haruhi stated, ruffling her daughter's hair, "Why don't you go and wash up? It should be ready in a few minutes."

"'Kay!" Ayame yelled as she ran out of the kitchen, and Kyouya chuckled as he watched his daughter excitedly leave. He turned his attention towards his wife and smiled, his hands gently touching her stomach as he kissed her lips.

"The baby's been kicking all day," Haruhi whispered, "They've missed you."

"I've missed you two as well," Kyouya said, his hands wrapping around hers as he placed feather kisses on her knuckles, lingering on the silver band that he placed himself.

"I'm a lucky man," he said softly, "I have everything I want with you, and more than what I deserve with the land we've rebuilt, and with our beautiful children."

Haruhi smiled, pulling Kyouya into an embrace, "And I'm a lucky woman, to be found by a man who gave me everything that I could ever dream of, and treated me as a woman with high respect with morals."

The ebony-haired man chuckled as he nuzzled into her neck, "Happy anniversary, my love."

"Happy anniversary, Kyouya."

And the baby kicked in agreement.