Enchanted

Chapter 35 - The Happy Ending

CHAPTER 35 - THE HAPPY ENDING

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Avery's POV

 *8 months later*

'And he was gone, leaving me alone. I called for him, urging him to wake up, but he didn't. He lay there, with his bloody tunic, his messy hair and his scarred head. His hand draped over his abdomen and the other one was in my hand as I cried, devastated, and heart-broken over my loss. I'd lost the only person I'd ever loved, and there was no way of returning him. In a world of magic and spells, there was no way to return the only heir to the throne of Enchanted, Prince Dylan...'

I woke up suddenly. There was a cold draft coming from somewhere and when I sat up, I noticed my window was open. I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed. I reached the window and looking out, I sighed at the preparations taking place down below. A royal wedding was going to take place - my wedding. 

The thought sent a shiver down my back, but in a few hours, I would be Princess Avery Dubois, Viscountess of Carcassone. My marriage had been affixed with Sir Damon Dubois, and after we marry, he'll become Viscount. The engagement had taken place straight after Olivia and Troy's wedding, well several days and at the time I wasn't thinking straight. Was marrying a man too old for me the right thing to do? Did I really have to be married to rule Carcassone?

Olivia and Troy's wedding was the highlight of the previous year. That was however, 8 months ago. I've been planning and preparing my wedding ever since then, although, Olivia, Mother and Henrietta have been doing most of the work. My maiden of honour was Olivia and she was taking over everything. My bridesmaids were cousins and Damon's daughter's and the flower-girls were his granddaughters. Satin purple dresses were coming in for the bridesmaids, a magnificent turquoise dress for Olivia and pale blue dresses for the flower-girls. The entire hall was being decorated in gardenias, roses, lilies and tulips.

I sighed at the scene before turning to face my room. This was my last night in this room, and I didn't enjoy it all. All night I had been thinking about Enchanted and what life was like there. Now that Argon was dead, what did the folk of Enchanted have to do now? Did Marigold get over the loss of her mate? Did Selenita ever fully get the respect of her fellow fairies? Was she even Queen yet? 

So many questions ran in my head, and I suddenly felt a head-ache coming on. I had to sit down and as I approached my bed, I was unaware of the tears falling from my eyes.

It had been 8 months since Dylan was killed. Now at 22, everyone, including Olivia and Troy, would think I'm over it. But how do you get over a heart-break that big? I looked at my left hand and noticed my engagement ring, shining big and bright. I had placed Dylan's ring on my right hand, to avoid suspicion, but it didn't feel right. 

I fought with Damon's ring, trying to pull it off, but it was no use, I was too stiff. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. Memories of Dylan came flooding back;

“Are you okay, your highness?” Dylan said as he held my hand. He really was dashing and there were no people like that from Carcassone or anywhere in France, I thought.' 

From when I first arrived at Enchanted, and I got my wings. 

"You, however are okay though?" Prince Dylan asked. This was the first time I had heard him speak during my second visit here, and I heard his tone of voice sounded husky yet deep and strong unlike my first visit when he taught me how to fly. I nodded making eye contact with the prince and he smiled back at me making me blush slightly.'