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Cador kissed her again. They stood heart to heart, feeling the strength and love flowing between them, more powerful than any sorcerer’s magic. More powerful even than the mighty Andun Crystal.
As they turned to accept the cheers of their people, Cador leaned close to Tressalara’s pretty ear. Without realizing it, Cador’s next words washed away the last shadow over Tressalara’s coronation.
“I wish your father had lived to see this day. How proud he would be of all you have accomplished!” He pressed a light kiss against her temple.
“Although you are as brave and capable as any man, I must admit this to you, love: I am heartily glad that King Varro’s only child was a daughter!”
He swept her into his arms and kissed her again.
Some say that on Tressalara and Cador’s wedding day, rebels and nobles danced together, and many a happy match was made. Still others say that the Andun Stone rang out like a great golden bell or the voice of an angel and was heard in every corner of the Four Countries.
As in all good fairy tales, Tressalara and Cador ruled Amelonia and its people long and wisely. They raised many merry children, some sharing their mother’s amethyst eyes and auburn hair, others exactly like their father with sapphire eyes and golden hair. And, of course, they all lived happily ever after…