Epilogue
"Blair Worra, get your ass downstairs! Now!" I call up to my sleeping sixteen year old. I waited a few minutes I hadn't heard movement and there'd been no response. "Blair!" I call up again, her best friend was in the kitchen and you really didn't want to keep him waiting. I hear heavy footsteps as our own little Solomon Grundy trudges down the ladder from her room.
"Morning little zombie, so glad you could join us." I remark as she drags herself over to the red coffee machine on the counter, barely acknowledging the world around her. I receive the stereotypical teenage grunt. I pull a face at Alaric who had sat at the kitchen table coffee in hand. My room was right next to the front door, so I got woken up by the idiot who decided it would be fun to wake up the whole house at 6 in the morning.
She spins around, "Ric!" she cries excitedly Ric's been away on royal business, she starts to question him excitedly. I tune it out because as usual for Blair, she speaks in a complex mixture of French and American English, it was confusing and she doesn't realize she does it half the time.
The conversation simmered to an end and Alaric bid us farewell
"Bye Alaric." I call after him as he leaves out the back door which was used more than the front.
Blair groan, "Hey mom I'm going on a run, seeing as I won't be able to go tonight, I've been summoned by the queen for dinner. Can you make some breakfast?"
"Yeah sure, but I'm going to shower, so be about an hour okay?"
"Alright, I'll see you when I get back. She says pulling on a pair of trainers and a hoodie before running out of the door.
"Good morning, Mr pekaliki!" Blair Calls to our neighbour, amazing, she'd wasn't raised by Wally but she still acted so much like him, she talks to everyone, all the time, always. I miss him, strange he hadn't been crossing my mind as much since I'd stopped writing I was trying to live without him it had been about 16 and a half years since he'd been reduced to nothing but light.
My shower had helped to get rid of my nostalgia, a little bit anyway, I focused of making some bacon and scrambled eggs. I hear the door open, Blair was home early normally her run took a lot longer.
"Breakfast isn't ready yet, why're you home so early?" I say turning around.
"I wouldn't call 16 years early." Says a male voice almost as familiar to me as my own.
"Wally?" And my mug of coffee fell on the floor in a dramatic crash.
So do you guys hate me? Sorry, and you'll have to wait a few weeks until you find out what the hell is going on there. Please don't shoot me. I promise I will explain in the new book, I just need a little 2-3 week break, maybe sooner, I want to get a few chapters written and have a little chill time because my life is crazy and I am about to have exams out of my ears. so I own nobody except Blair, the royal family of Adornovica and all of its residents and the country itself.
I love you my little ducks, thank you so so much to anybody who's supported this story by reviewing and favouriting. Thank you for everything! I love all of you lovely people who have read this far, and to everyone of you who have read this, I don't know if you realize how much I love any of you who have supported this book. :)