A Royal Fate

Epilog

Epilogue

          It had been three years since my uncle had been killed, and peace restored to Radeon.  I, Queen Sophia, had no problems with ascending to the throne, and once there it had been child’s play to pick out a husband.  Being that no one was left in the royal family but me, the people had been happy that I was even alive, and couldn’t care less who I picked as my husband.  So William went from being a lowly thief, to being the King of Radeon.  He didn’t care in the least that he had to give up his career, but he was able to persuade his fellow thieves to become his new spies to be used in future need. 

          Sir Fredrick became my most trusted General, and he was given my father’s old sword as proof of his loyalty.  He spent most of his days bottled up in his office, but he told me he liked being able to rest for a while.  He had jokingly said that he could always order someone to do the paperwork for him if he ever felt the need to be out in the field again. 

          I had some new things to worry about too.  Besides the growing pains of being the Queen, there was also a growing baby in my body.  William and I had decided we needed a child in order to continue the Royal line, and so three months ago my belly had started to grow in the first signs of pregnancy.  The family healer told me it would be a healthy girl, though how she knew that I could never guess. 

          And so it went, William running the matters of state, and I took care of our growing family.  There were soon a total of four children running around the castle, and my first-born daughter Lyn took after me like she was me reborn.  Her three younger brothers, triplets I might add, were the same tricksters their father had been, and we could never keep them out of trouble.  I never had a moment’s rest between the four of them, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.  Being Queen was what I had been born to do, but part of me still longed for those days when I had been nothing more than Gwen, the common girl with no title or lands to her name.  At these times William would take the kids and me on a trip through the countryside, and for just a few short days, I would feel free again. 

          The King’s Sword had been hung on the wall in our room, but one day I saw it split once again into the six Soul Sabers.  My father’s voice had rung in my head, and he had told me, “The need for the King’s Sword is no more, and the Kingdom is once again in peace.  Farewell my daughter, and never forget who you are.”  At that point the Sabers flew out the window and scattered themselves to the far reaches of the Kingdom, waiting for the next time they would be needed.

          I never once forgot my father’s last words, and when I would feel as if the world’s weight was on my shoulders, I would remember what he had said, and part of that weight would lift.

          Farewell father.  May you rest in peace for eternity, never unsure of the life you left behind.