Royal Elite Epilogue (Royal Elite 7)

For a moment in time, I get lost in the deep magical blue of his eyes, in the rebellious blond strands falling all over his forehead, in the way he’s holding me close, as if he’s afraid to let me go.

I wind my arms around his lean waist because, in a way, I’m also scared of losing him. The thought of not having him in my life after I finally found him again gives me nightmares sometimes. The type he holds me through and coaxes me to completely forget about.

He raises a perfect brow. “You thought you could escape me, Green?”

“I wasn’t escaping.”

“Not that you could with these short legs.”

“Hey!”

“Or your stamina.”

“I’ve been working on improving it!”

“You mean we’ve been working on improving it.” He winks.

My cheeks flame and I stare to the side. “Shut up.”

He places two fingers underneath my chin and switches my attention back to him. “Did I tell you that you’re so fucking adorable when you’re shy?”

“I’m not a kid anymore.”

“No, you’re not. Doesn’t mean you’re any less adorable, Green.” He pinches my cheek and I swat his hand away as I fight the blood rushing to my face.

His attention remains on me as a beautiful, heart-stopping smile grazes his lips. It doesn’t matter how many times I see that smile or how long I spend with him. The way those dimples make an appearance will always be my weakness. I can’t resist stopping and staring and probably looking like an idiot.

This man is now my husband.

My. Husband.

The man I will share the rest of my life with.

I’m so lucky that I found him when we were young. We had a connection before we even knew what a connection meant. The whole separation in between, although cruel, morphed us into who we are today and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Neither of us are perfect, but we fit perfectly. After RES, we built back our relationship from the past. Even though we don’t agree on everything, we don’t clash. We don’t stay mad at each other for too long.

Every night, we crawl back into each other’s arms and sigh as we fall asleep.

It’s even better than all the romance novels I’ve read. Those are fictional, but my Xan is real.

Very real.

He’s the most real thing in my life and nothing will take that away.

“Green!”

“Huh?” Was he speaking?

“I asked why you came up here?”

“Oh, it’s...the view.”

“The view?”

“The castle. Doesn’t it look like it’s from one of those children’s books I got from Nana?”

He grins wide, his dimples deepening. “You noticed that.”