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EPILOGUE

TRISTAN

ONE MONTH LATER

We’re at the beach, at what we’ve begun to call our home away from home. Each weekend, we go back to the beach house. As soon as I’m done with my weekly duties we high-tail it to the place we fell in love.

They still treat us like normal people here, and we can sleep late. Some days we don’t even get out of our pajamas, and those are my favorite days.

“Tristan, do you want to take this one?” She lifts up a shell.

We’re trying to make a lamp made of shells for her office. That way when we’re at the palace she has something to remind herself of our home here.

“I think that’s a good one.” I give my stamp of approval. “Let’s head back, I’m getting hungry.”

She runs over, grabbing my hand. Together we trudge up the beach, Parker at a reasonable distance behind us .

“I’ll meet you in a few I’m gonna go see how this compares to the other ones I’ve picked out.” She drops my hand.

I kiss her forehead, smacking her on the ass before she goes to the room she’s claimed as her craft room.

“Tris?” she asks later on as we get ready for bed. “Are you okay?”

I’m looking out at the ocean, and I can’t help but feel as if someone’s watching us. Which is crazy, because someone is always watching us. We’ve become the favorite couple for the paparazzi to follow.

“Fine.” I smile as I turn around to face her.

But I’m not really. I reach up, closing the shades.

“We won’t be able to watch the sunrise,” she pouts.

It’s our favorite thing. To make love as the sun rises in the morning.

But I can’t tell her, can’t tell her I feel the eyes on me. “I’ll make the sunrise for you,” I growl as I wrap my arms around her, taking her down to the mattress.

“I love you, Tris.” She giggles.

“I love you, too.”

And I hope the love we share will help us overcome anything in our way. I have a feeling the fairy tale ending won’t last forever .