Epilogue

Four years later…

“What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children.

“I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet.

Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him.

“A son.”

Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half.

They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water.

“Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.”

I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him.

Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa