All Chapters of Shadows Of Goodbye: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

King Edward's arms enveloped me tightly as he stood before the court, his voice unwavering and powerful despite the weariness etched into his features. "Aunt, it is a relief to be back home," he declared, his words laced with both affection and authority. "Release my family from their imprisonment. Father's reign of terror has come to an end. The Darkness has been vanquished. I am restored to myself, with two remarkable new brothers who have faithfully served our queen. Bella must be given time to heal and recuperate. We can address the remaining matters tomorrow."His aunt's expression softened, a glimmer of pride breaking through her stoic facade. With a deep curtsy that brushed the floor, she replied, "As you wish, my King."With a swift movement, Edward spun on his heel, effortlessly carrying me as if I were weightless. His steps were purposeful and unwavering, leading us through the palace with determination. My head rested against his chest, his heartbeat a calming rhythm amidst

I had finally found my place in the world, surrounded by love and acceptance. And in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. These men were not just my mates, they were my sanctuary, my refuge, my everything. And in their arms, I found solace, strength, and a love that transcends all boundaries. This was my home, and I would protect it with every fiber of my being.Edward had guided us to triumph. He embodied royalty in every aspect, yet it was evident that he had never desired the crown. It was a title that carried weighty responsibilities, but most importantly, it meant having me by his side. Tonight was a jubilant affair, a grand ball where all our allies, and even some of our former foes, assembled to pay homage to our rule. The opulent dining hall sparkled with the flickering glow of countless candles, the atmosphere saturated with melodious tunes and the hushed buzz of excitement. We were no longer mere survivors of a shattered world; we were its very ess

I was struck by the realization of just how much he feared losing me, intensifying my apprehension about what lay ahead. As the bedroom door creaked open, I shifted to face the entrance, desperately hoping it was Edward. But my heart sank as a centaur female entered, carrying a bucket and rags. She hesitated upon seeing me, then bowed deeply. "Miss Bella, I apologize for the intrusion. I assumed you would be with King Edward. I will return later," she murmured.I shook my head, rising from the bed and clutching Edward's shirt to my chest, now serving as my makeshift pajamas. "No, it's fine. Just leave the cleaning supplies. I'll take care of our room today.""Miss Bella, King Edward will be very upset. I can clean the room. It’s my jo-”“Just leave the bucket. I’ll take care of it. I promise you won’t get in trouble. I'll tell Edward that I asked you to leave so you won’t be blamed,” I assured her as I rose from my seat to approach her and take the bucket from her hands. “Please, let

I laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound. “Vincent, your mate will be anything but boring. The Confluence draws out the perfect complement, not a carbon copy.” He sighed, dropping the sword with a clang. “Right. So, no more wrestling in the mud? No more late-night hunts?” “Perhaps with your mate, you’ll find new adventures,” I offered, a smile playing on my lips. He looked at me, his eyes earnest. “I just want someone who laughs loud. Someone who doesn’t mind getting dirty. Someone who understands that sometimes, a good roar is better than a thousand words.” I embraced him, pressing a kiss to his brow. “Then that is precisely what the Confluence will bring you.” As the moon cycle waned, the Fae kingdoms stirred. Messengers arrived daily, their wings shimmering with dew, bearing news of their own heirs preparing for the sacred journey. Edward and I spent hours in council, discussing potential alliances, the strengths and weaknesses of various Fae houses. The weight of our legacy

Vincent’s jaw dropped, then a laugh, louder and more joyful than any I had ever heard from him, burst forth. “Bored? You look like you’ve been wrestling a griffin!” She snorted, a flash of fire in her eyes. “Only because there weren’t any dragons around! You look like you need a good run!” He took a step forward, his eyes alight with pure delight. “Oh, I think we’re going to get along just fine.” She launched herself at him, not in an embrace, but in a playful tackle. He caught her, a surprised grunt escaping him, and they tumbled to the ground, laughing, a tangled heap of wild energy. The solemnity of the Confluence was shattered, replaced by an infectious wave of mirth. The assembled Fae, initially shocked, soon joined in the laughter, a collective sigh of relief and amusement. This was Vincent’s mate, indeed. She was his chaos, his challenge, his perfect match. Edward, Noah, and Max stood by me, their faces alight with pride and a shared understanding. Edward’s hand found