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EPILOGUE - FIVE YEARS LATER

EPILOGUE — FIVE YEARS LATER

Volkov countryside estate — springtime.

Elena is on the backyard grass, barefoot, sundress brushing her knees.

She’s laughing — really laughing — as a little girl runs toward her holding a tiny plastic crown.

Anastasia Elena Volkov — 4 years old

dark hair like her mother

silver-gray eyes like her father

Anastasia: “Mama! Look! I’m a queen!”

Elena scoops her up.

Elena: “Of course you are, baby.”

Luca appears from the patio doorway.

He watches them — silent awe in every line of his face.

His wife.

Their daughter.

Their peace.

He walks toward them, sleeves rolled up, no armor, no coldness — just home.

Anastasia turns to him.

Anastasia: “Papa, story time!”

Luca sits on the grass with her in his lap and opens her favorite book — a fairy-tale version of their own story that Seraphina wrote.

He reads in a low, soft voice:

Luca: “Once upon a time, there was a king made of stone… and a girl who taught him how to feel.”

Elena’s eyes fill — the good kind of tears.

Anastasia looks up at him.

Anastasia: “Papa, did the king love the girl?” Luca kisses her forehead.

Luca: “He loved her before he knew what love was.”

Anastasia giggles and leans against him.

Elena watches the man who once shattered her — now the man who would ruin the world to protect their peace.

Luca looks at her over their daughter’s head — quiet, raw, whole.

Luca (mouths): Always.

Elena mouths back:

Elena: Chosen.

Not every crown is made of gold.

Some are forged in ruin — and rebuilt by love.



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Ana Vespera

I’m Ana Vespera. I write novels, poetry, songs, and everything in between—exploring love, emotion, and the moments that linger long after they pass.