A/N: Hey guys here is the epilogue. There was a fair amount of interest in it, so I figured I would post it. I am going to say again that it is not finished, and I am not planning on finishing it. I feel like my life of Fanfiction is behind me, so I can further grow in my relationship with Christ. I let fantasy and fiction books be a piece of my identity and I don't want that. I want people to look at me and see Jesus through my actions, and I feel like this world is distracting from my credibility. I am so excited to grow.

Please enjoy!

Dominic couldn't believe that they were gone. He thought that his parents would be around for another 10 years at least, but death happened suddenly. Neither of them had expected the war from their southern border. His father, always the warrior, rode into battle and never returned, which led to his mother's death that night in her sleep from a broken heart.

He stood by their coffins long after the ceremony ended. "Dom," A deep voice approached him, and he glanced around, seeing his little brother Marcus.

"I didn't think you were going to make it." He spoke softly, drawing away from the coffin where their parents lay.

"I didn't think I was either, but Alec's son took over command of the armies stationed in the forest. Since the war is over things are pretty quiet now." Marcus explained with a sigh, running his hand through his muzzled hair.

Dominic had always been jealous of his younger brother. He always knew that he was meant to be king, but after spending most of his formative years training and living in the desert amongst his father's people, he longed to be the lord there. He didn't want to be king. He wanted to live the simple life within the forest. When Marcus was born, he was destined to be the lord of the brocliend forest.

"I missed you." He embraced his younger brother, seeing how much he changed.

"I missed you too." Marcus withdrew from him. "I still can't believe they are gone." He shook his head, sighing heavily.

"Neither can I. Mother still had a lot to teach me." Dominic explained, stepping away from the dais where his parents rest.

"I've been looking for Lucie, but I haven't been able to find her." Marcus explained, glancing around the room.

"Honestly, she has been riding Jesse really hard these last few days." He rubbed the back of his neck, as they filtered into the crowd.

"Why has she been nagging him?" Marcus furrowed his brow. "I thought they were happy with their wedding arrangement."

"They were. I mean she has literally been having sex with him almost none stop since mom and dad died." He murmured, shaking his head. "But honestly that has been happening anyway, so I don't know if it is out of character." He sat at a nearby table with his brother at his side. He played with his glass of wine, wishing that his wife was here with him.

"Awe look my two brothers." Lucie sang, hugging them both from behind. They groaned in unison, squirming from their sister's grasp. "Sweet boys." She squeezed their cheeks, sitting down between them.

"Anyways, Dom," Marcus cleared his throat, propping his elbows against the table. "I was thinking about staying here a few months to help you with the transition to kingliness." He smiled tenderly, taking a sip of his wine.

"Thank you." He breathed, feeling surprised by his brothers offer. "I've been feeling so overwhelmed since I got crowned. I could really use the help until I learn all the ropes. I'm so sick of all of these people. Do you guys want to go to my study and just talk for a while." He asked, glancing between him two younger siblings.

"Let's do it!" Lucie clapped, hopping to her feet.

The siblings slipped out of the party together, like they used to do as children. Dominic couldn't help but notice the nice bottle of wine his youngest sibling had grabbed. When Dom raised his eyebrow at him, his brother shrugged with a faint smirk on his face. They hurried up the stairs to the library where they always retreated to together. They hadn't been able to do this in years.

They all sat on the floor together after hurrying to light the candles throughout the room. They caught up on each other's lives, and the new king found himself unwinding for the first time in a long while. He just wished that his wife had been with them. She had been more stressed then him these past few weeks, and he wished that she could find a time to be comfortable and relax.

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Dom shifted into his bedroom, feeling overwhelmed with sleepiness. His beautiful, timid wife had already turned in for the night. She was reading a book, while a majority of her body was supported by pillows. Her pregnant belly caused painful aches across her entire back, so she could only spend a few hours a day on her feet.

"Hi," she smiled, closing her book with a soft smile on her face.

"Hi," he grinned, drawing his shirt over his head. He ruffled his blonde curls, pushing his dress pants off before climbing into the bed across from his wife. "How you are doing?" He breathed, stroking her cheek lightly. She curled into his touch, humming softly. He was glad he was able to relieve some stress by spending some time with his siblings because now he could bring that calmness to her.

"Alright, I could be better." She shrugged her shoulders, looking up at him with the softest, kindest eyes. He felt his heart melt, forgetting the pain he had been feeling over the last few days. He missed his parents desperately, but Sarah had become someone he had constantly relied on. He wished she could have gone to the ceremony today, but he understood her absence. "How are you doing?" She slid her hand over his, scanning her eyes over his grief-stricken face.

"Alright, I could be better." He smiled faintly, repeating her all but true words. "I don't feel ready to do this alone." He breathed, propping his forehead against hers.

"But you aren't alone." She pressed her hand lightly against his chest. "You brother is staying for a while and I'm here." She assured him.

"How did you know Marcus was staying?" He raised an eyebrow at her, drawing away slightly.

"He came to visit me before the ceremony. He told me he was thinking about staying for a few months to support you." She explained, circling her thumb across his skin with the gentlest touch.

"He isn't go to be here forever." He sighed, adjust a few pillows, so he could lean up.

"You'll be a great king." She declared in a strong confident tone. His heart warmed at her words, as he closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy her presences. "I'm going to miss your mother." She mused after a few minutes. "She helped me so much when we first got married. Did you know that she was the one that got me ready for our wedding night?" She whispered, looking into his eyes.

His chest clinched at the thought of their wedding night. It was a mess, as in, it was overwhelmingly embarrassing for both of them. Her father demanded to watch them consummate the marriage to secure the treaty between their nations. His mother and father fought so hard to get him to back off, but they refused to back down. So, their fathers and a few religious officials watched them be together for the first time. It wasn't bad enough that both of them were losing their virginity, but their fathers were watching them. It was awful.

"She told me that when I got into the room, not to even address the fact that all the people were in the room. She told me to sit on the bed, and keep my eyes forward and only pay attention to you." She explained softly, as her eyes wavered from his. "She said your father had been talking to you about sex and how you should handle it and treat me. She told me to communicate my needs to you. To tell you if something was uncomfortable or if I liked something. She said it was probably going to hurt even if you were trying your best to be gentle. Everything she said to me made me feel so much better. I was still incredibly nervous, but I wasn't terrified anymore." She moved her eyes back up to his, and he leaned down to kiss her.

"My mother loved you like her own daughter." He felt a few tears trickle down her cheeks, as she mourned the loss of her mother-in-law.

"She has helped me in so many ways, and I feel alone with a lot of my struggles now." She breathed, sliding her hand across her belly.

"Like what?" He furrowed her brow, wondering what was worrying her.

"I'm scared about the baby. Pregnancy has been so hard on me, and she was being so helpful. She would come in and visit me, adjust my pillows to keep the pain away, give me foods that kept me from being nauseous. I feel like I am losing a mentor." She sighed, shaking her head, as he squeezed her husband's hand.

A/N: Well this is good bye. Thank so much for all of your support guys. You were a great audience to write to, and I am incredibly thankful for all of you.

Genesis 15:1 "Fear not, Abram, I am your shield; your reward shall be great."

Galatians 3:29 "And if you are Christ's, then you are Abraham's offspring, heirs according to promise"

Abraham was promised offspring that would number the stars, and through Christ we can be those stars.