We built a life far from the palace. Not perfect, not grand—but ours.
Every morning, Cassian's smile reminded me why I had fought, why I had risked everything. Every night, his hand on my waist reminded me that fear had no place where love truly lived.
And sometimes, when the wind whispered through the trees, I thought I heard the old curse fading, vanishing forever.
I was Elara. No longer a princess bound by prophecy. No longer cursed.
I was simply a woman who loved freely—and was loved in return.
And that was enough.