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Amara sighed heavily beside me, which made my dragon laugh.

She’d been holding her breath for most of my announcement.

“Are you okay with helping the families get into the rooms here?” I asked. “Glendora can help point out the empty rooms, and then take over with necessities.”

Amara nodded. “Can we be alone for a moment?”

My gaze shifted toward the hallway that led to my father’s office.

Which was technically my office.

“Of course.”

She followed me down the hallway and into my father’s sanctuary. There were all types of things scattered around his desk.

Amara stepped toward me, put her palms on my chest, and shoved me back against the desk. I leaned backward, my legs spread wide and my palms on her hips. “You’re going to do great,” she whispered before kissing me. “This is going to work. It’s going to take time for both of us to fall into a routine. It will take time for me to come into myself as a human again, but this feels right,” she said.

I rubbed circles against her hips. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Can we continue to stay in the cabin?” she asked. “I like the privacy. Maybe your brother could watch the castle at night—,”

“Ha,” I said sarcastically. “The only thing my brother is going to watch is yet another female come into his room. We’ll figure something out.”

“What about Toby?” she asked. “Why not put him in charge of something? He loves you as a brother, and he would do anything for our kingdom.”

I lifted a brow at her, watching the wheels work in her head. “What?” she asked, a blush flaming her skin.

“You said our kingdom. I like that.”

Amara smiled. “Me too.”

Epilogue

Amara

Six years later ...

“Why don’t you have wings?”

I glanced down at this precious baby's tiny face as he helped me put the blocks back into the bin. He’d been busy all morning asking questions and pulling me one way or the other.

His big dark eyes were shaped just like Toby’s.

Even his blond hair matched Toby’s perfect shade. He’d been a surprise for Sasha and Toby a few years back. After talking Sasha down from her panic attack, we’d cried for hours.

I was officially Aunt Amara. It had a nice ring to it.

He picked one block up at a time while he waited for me to answer.

“Because I’m not a dragon. Like your mom isn’t a dragon,” I answered, scooting the box of blocks back into its place. Trent stood when I did, his growing wings fluttering behind him. They were small considering, but it didn’t stop him from thinking he was a big, bag dragon shifter.

Trent pursed his lips and looked up at me. “But Uncle Dorran is a dragon.”

“He is,” I answered. "So is your daddy."

Trent angled his head to the side, scrutinizing me until I felt uncomfortable by a five-year-old. Putting my hands on my hips, I tilted my head and asked, “What are you looking at, Sir?”

He chuckled. “I still think you’re beautiful even if you’re not a dragon, Aunt Amara. I think you’re the most beautiful Queen in all the kingdoms. Just like my momma, even though she's not a queen."

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