Princess Amara

Epilogue

I smiled through the pain, trying desperately not to breathe in too deeply, or else all hell would break loose. 

My eyes swept over the small cafe I was in, trying desperately not to lock eyes with the bathroom door in the far corner. 

"King White requested you be at the celebration of life for Princess Ithia, as well as Khan Vikkan, he also requested that neither one of you go anywhere near any kitchens while at the palace" Larris shot me a smug look. 

"It was three years ago that we burned the west kitchen down" I deadpanned. 

We had burned the kitchen down, by accident of course. Apparently we had turned a system on while we had been ... preoccupied. 

By the time I had finally looked up, the entire back wall was on fire. 

Which lead to Vikkan and I teleporting back into the wedding reception, naked, and having to inform the guests that the kitchen was engulfed in flames. 

"And yet, having two newly minted royals dropping into the Queen's wedding reception, naked, telling us the palace was on fire is still fresh in my mind, as if it were yesterday" Larris snarked back. 

I rolled my eyes, trying not to breath in the smell of the eggs on my plate. 

Larris shot me a withering look, his eyes cutting across my face, "we've been here for ten minutes, Amara, and your plate hasn't been touched. Are you sick?" 

Fucking witch. 

Even now, three years later he was still way too perceptive for his own good. 

I had no clue what the fuck was wrong with me, except that for the past week I hadn't been able to keep anything down. 

If Vikkan even got the slightest thought that I wasn't feeling well, he would haul me worlds over to my Mother, where she and my Father would then call every healer they could find. 

After our bonding, we decide to take some time off from the shit show known as ruling. Vikkan took a step back from Khan, letting Ulti control Corstone Manor and all of its lands, while we were gone. 

It seemed perfect that the ocean was so close to his ... our beautiful home, especially since King Vernin was always there for reasons that Ulti couldn't quite explain, even three years later when she swore it wouldn't be more than a short lay. 

That bitch was in love, and Vernin was losing patience. 

I wouldn't be surprised if he dragged her into the waves one of these days. 

She refused to venture to his underwater kingdom. 

I think we both knew that if she saw it, she'd know that there was no other place in this world that she belonged more. 

So she used our vacation as a way to take complete control of our territory in order to stay away from the life Vernin was eventually going to drag her to, I didn't even want to think about what they were doing in our bedroom. 

Vikkan and I had been on Earth for the past two years, and the new environment had given my immune system a kick in the ass, so every once in a while I got sick, and Vikkan had a panic attack every time. 

But this felt extremely different. 

It felt like warmed over death, every morning I was puking my ass off and desperately trying to hide it from Vikkan, but I knew he'd find out sooner or later, and maybe he did need to know because I honestly did think I was dying. 

Just the smell of eggs made me want to hurl, or the smell of chicken, apples, hell even fucking popcorn was setting me the fuck off. 

I had to be dying.