Aaaand here's the epilogue! A little too corny for my taste, but WHO CARES. I'm DONE!
Epilogue, in which 3.83 years have passed since Mara's coronationIt took two years to unite the country under a single banner, and those 730 days were fraught with every kind of difficulty you can imagine. There were abusive feudal lords to unseat, criminal organizations to undermine, rogue wizards to contend with, and corrupt law-enforcement personnel to replace. There were towns to rebuild and peasants to feed and leaders to educate – I legitimately did not sleep for my whole first six months on the throne. We accomplished it, though, and with less bloodshed than you might think. The only time we came close to losing somebody was when one of our knights tripped over his own bootlaces and fell down the stairs, and I think it goes without saying that
that whole debacle had nothing to do with battle.
I haven’t come any closer to solving the mystery of my latent power, which hasn’t flared up even once since that night at the castle. I’ve consulted mages about it and read up on the subject in the royal archives, but the best answer anyone can give me is that I simply have the power to drive people mad. I hardly need to point out that this is not exactly the most beneficial of abilities. It’s always at the back of my mind – the fear of accidentally unleashing my curse on one of my friends. The only person who would theoretically be safe from me is Captain, but of course he's made it his personal mission to never show his face again.
As for my other pirate friends, you might say they achieved happy endings. Steph's name was finally cleared, and she ended up back in civilized society as the proprietor of a bakeshop, where she went on to attract half a dozen amorous suitors in the space of a week. Or at least that's what Cami tells me. I don't know how that slippery thief manages to keep track of where I go on my frequent travels, but every month or so, she'll turn up out of nowhere to harass me. She can never just walk in the front door like a normal person – she always has to sneak in through a back window or something, and then rifle through my belongings before lying in wait for me to come along. I almost shot her once by mistake when she popped out of my wardrobe with a shirt draped over her face.
Although I enjoy her visits, I've given up on trying to get her to disclose any useful information. She deflects my questions with zaniness and babbles on about whatever strikes her fancy; I merely sit and allow myself to be entertained by her tales. Still, every now and then she'll let something slip, affording me fascinating glimpse into the murky, bottomless underworld that still thrives just beyond my reach. I could spend my whole life trying to dismantle the deep rot that lies under the surface of our society, but I would never succeed, not least of all because my ex-pirate-captain fellow-rightful-ruler unattainable-secret-flame nemesis-in-training is sitting at the head of the whole damn thing.
Ko is doing pretty well for herself, as far as I can tell. Nearly three years to the day that she left for adventure in the great blue yonder, I got a letter from the former Queen, informing me that she had joined a troupe of improvisational chalk-on-sidewalk artists and was, quote, 'practically high on all that life had to offer'. I remember shaking my head and chuckling when I read her note, cause it was just so typical of the capricious and effervescent Ko.
On the home front, I'm learning to love my knights more and more. Rat Lady, Writer Woman, and Lady Gwendolyn have become my especially close confidantes…along with Cherry, who has not left the castle grounds since I saved her three and a half years ago. She’s not exactly my pet, seeing as she is a wild animal, but we have developed quite the bond, if I do say so myself. Still, there is a measure of loneliness that goes with being Queen that no amount of friendship – human or otherwise – can alleviate. Leaders are isolated even when they’re surrounded by a crowd of people. I fill my days with hustle and bustle so that I can forget, but I find no solace during the empty nights, which stretch out before me in a never-ending chain, each one longer than the previous. On some level, I understand why neither Ko nor Captain wanted this life. But on another level, I can't fathom how they could’ve shirked the responsibility when so much is at stake. The world needs all the help it can get. I don't have their skills or their experience...I just have anger and dogged rationality and a hell of a lot of talented people working alongside me.
What can I say? I don’t know how the story will pan out from here. Will I be able to cut it as Queen? Your guess is as good as mine. Life isn’t like a movie. Life is a never-ending series of cliffhangers, with no resolution in sight.
Someone’s knocking on the door.............
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Well, thanks for sticking with me, you guys! I really appreciate all your comments. If you could do me ONE more favor, would you mind telling me your: fave part of the story, fave character, and least fave character? I'm treating this as a writing exercise, so I'd love any further feedback / suggestions for improvement.
Also, if you have any questions about what happens after the story, I might answer

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