time

Epiphron truly did not care where she went -- so long as Maverick was by her side, and so long as she knew where her children could be found. Even the youngest ones were not newborns any longer; they could make their own choices, even if she did not agree with them. Despite the slight dread she felt at the conversation they would be having with their children soon, the former queen felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Her gaze would shift from him, watching the waves lap at the shore, becoming more threatening. As though shouting at them to leave this beach, and leave the place they once knew as home. It seemed they had become stagnant, and finally they were realizing they did not want that. She would turn to him, smiling gently, a more genuine expression then she had offered him in far too many weeks. A sigh escaped her lips and she embraced him, pressing her nose to his neck tenderly. "And I love you, my king," she returned with a soft laugh. He would always be her King, even if not by formal title. He would always reign over her heart, and she could not imagine anything but. "Things will be better, now." The world awaited them -- but only after they spoke to their children. And then? The possibilities were endless.