Epilogue.

Isabella Di’Giotanno.

Nine years later.

We are gathered in the private gardens of the palace, enjoying a sunny day of picnic. When I saw the twins, Andrew and Edmond ran into the forest.

“Eric, go and look for your children... it’s hard for me to move. Help me!”

“But babe, you should stay seated. The doctor already told us that this trio would be born any minute.”

“Do not remind me of that. For the goddess’s sake! Why did I let myself be convinced to have more children? But no, I never learn. Girl Twins, boy twins and now triplets.”

Now I look at Alec and Eric in complete annoyance as I say, “I swear to both of you, I will cut off your balls in protest if you get me pregnant again!”

Eric nods, smiling silently as I watch him run after the five-year-olds. Aryan laughs, too, as he rests his head on my lap.

My little warrior, who is no longer one, just turned 14.

He is a beautiful young man, with his blue eyes, bright and expectant, extremely helpful and tender.

His first change