They Call Me Princess

Epilogue

~~Three Years Later~~

It was another unordinary day for Isabelle; a small cry waking her up in the early hours of the mourning. She grabbed her pillow and slung it over her, hitting the other person in the bed.

"Your turn." She groaned, hearing a similar one soon after. "It's always my turn." She peeled her eyes open and glared. "It was my turn for nine months. Thus it's your turn."

With a sigh Alexei stood up, topless and hair tangled. Even though the temptation of sleep was alluring, Isabelle couldn't help but watch her husband lift their child up effortlessly, still half asleep.

The small infant seemed to calm immediately, looking up at his father with big blue eyes. Alexei sat on the foot of the bed and quietly rocked the five month old back to sleep. Isabelle noticed that she was already awake and that trying to go back to sleep would be futile.

She slid across the bed and sat behind her husband, her head resting in between his shoulder blades. "I thought that Mr. Leroy would kill me when we told him it was a boy." Alexei grumbled, remembering the countless threats he received from said man.

Isabelle smiled nonetheless, knowing that Nicholas was far angrier than Mr. Leroy.

"We need to tell you guys something." It was one of the MANY occasions that everyone was gathered together for a visit. Angelica smiled at her sister-in-law, rubbing her swollen belly.

"We're pregnant." Sofia and Maria jumped up with a loud 'What!' while Charles spit out his drink. Angelica was laughing, but switched to crying. 'Don't go through the pain! Please don't do it!' She repeated over and over and rubbed her belly faster.

The children seemed like they couldn't care less, but still smiled happily. Nicholas, he was a totally different case. 'You knocked up my sister!'

Alexei, being the drunk on happiness idiot that he was, responded proudly with: "I had permission, of course."

'I'm going to kill you!'

Isabelle chuckled at the memory, pulling away from the man and standing up. She walked to the dresser to change clothes but smiled at the picture on top.

"Are you sure it isn't too... Princessy?" Mr. Leroy groaned as he did the finishing touches to her gown. 'I promise you on my life, that you are the most radiant and beautiful bride I have ever seen. Now stop questioning yourself and smile, you're about to get married for goodness sake!'

Isabelle watched as her three bridesmaids, Sofia, Maria, and Angelica, kicked him out. "Come on guys, he isn't that bad!" The girls shook their heads and finished what he had started, making her into a beautiful bride.

When Nicholas knocked on the door Isabelle was a, albeit gorgeous, hot mess. 'Sis, calm down. If I thought that he wasn't good enough I wouldn't have let him propose.' She laughed, attempting to calm herself.

Isabelle remembered how nervous she was, but the moment the doors opened and she saw that Alexei was just as anxious, all of her worries disappeared. They were in this together.

She suddenly felt an arm wrap around her from behind. "Alexei, not right now..." She heard the cooing of her child and turned around.

"Do you remember, before we got engaged, when we went to visit everyone before a ball." She nodded her head as memories flooded her senses.

"In the hotel room's bathroom you began crying because you were happy, what about now?" Isabelle gave him a quizzical look, questioning his sanity in her mind.

"Of course I'm happy now! I have you, and little Alex, Nicholas, Angelica, Tatianna and Olga, Maria, Sofia, Catherine, Oliver, Eliza, Charles, Mr. Leroy-"

'Meow!'

"And Stitch."

Alexei smiled at her, swooping down and stealing a kiss. "I just needed to know that you were happy." She scoffed, lightly punching his arm in the process. "How could I not be?"

Alexei shook his head, wrapping his wife in a hug with his son still in his arms. "You're thinking." Isabelle muttered when he rested his chin on top if her head.

"Of course, I'm thinking of how lucky I am to have such a beautiful family." She scoffed jokingly, but couldn't stop the grin from stretching across her face.

"Your majesties." Vlad knocked on the door, opening it soon afterwards. "And highness." He greeted the small baby as well, secretly enjoying the sight of the small family.

"King Ankor is on the phone and wishes to speak to either you, or Queen Isabelle." Alexei nodded, pulled on a shirt and began to walk away. He quickly stopped, kissing his wife and son before exiting the room.

How far they had come in the past few years. From the smallest of infatuations, to love, marriage, coronation, and having a child.

Isabelle was happy, far more than she ever expected in life. She wasn't just Isabelle Romofski, rebel princess. No, she was now Isabelle Romofski Vitsins, Queen of Czechovani.

She looked down at her son, who looked up with his big blue eyes that he got from his father, "There was a story that my mother told me once, about a beautiful Princess, who fell in love with the Prince of a neighboring kingdom. Though they longed to be together, their names kept them apart, for one was a Romonofski and the other a Vitsins."

Her son smiled widely and gurgled, his eyes shining brightly. "In order to escape her life, the princess ran off and changed her name. When she ran into the Prince again he didn't recognize her, but he fell in love with her again anyway. He was upset when she revealed herself to be the princess, but after trial and tribulation they ended up together, ending the rivalry between families."

The last time anyone truly knew Isabelle Romonofski was at her wedding. The only people to truly know her everyday whereabouts are her family, and the young man who loves her. The young man who is a King, and she his Queen. A Queen born to be his enemy, but instead grew to love him, and care for him so much as to give up everything to be with him. Yet he gave her more than everything she lost; love, family, a child, and a place that she could finally call home.

No matter what however, They Call Her Princess.