The following day, as the morning sun rises in the East, the villagers scurry about, selling their finest accessories, deer skins, and vegetables. After my ladies dress me and I’m ready for the day, I head to the throne room to help Thatcher with his daily activities. As I take a seat on the throne next to him, one of the villagers approaches us and gives us a little bow. “You may rise,” Thatcher tells him. “Now, what’s this all about?” I question. The villager rises before shouting, “Something has to be done with those Lycans! They’re destroying my crops, and eating my cows and chickens!” “We have been dealing with the Lycans the best as we can. Haven’t my men been doing their job with keeping you all safe?” Thatcher asks. “No! Do you not remember those pesky creatures also murdered my wife not so long ago!? Something has got to be done!” The villager angrily shouts. “What is your name Sir?” Thatcher inquires. “Thomas…Thomas Cromwell,” the villager shakily replies. “Well Mr. Cromwell, you have earned yourself a few days in the dungeon! Guards, take this man away for disrespecting his Queen and demanding things out of his King. Let this be a lesson to you Mr. Comwell.” Thatcher instructs. “Y-You can’t be serious!? I’m an old man!” Thomas shouts as the guards remove him from the room. Leaning towards Thatcher Archer says, “Majesty, don’t you think that was a little harsh? The old-timer came to you for help. He didn’t demand anything from you. He just wanted to know where the kingdom stands with the Lycans.” Turning his attention towards Archer Thatcher replies coldly, “I suggest you hold your tongue or you will be next to visit the dungeon…Brother!”
My eyes widen in disbelief at Thatcher’s behavior. Placing my hand on his I say, “Darling, this isn’t like you. You would never lash out at Archer like that, and you certainly wouldn’t send your own people to the dungeon for getting a little angry with you. What’s with you lately?” “I don’t have to answer to you, and I certainly don’t have to answer to anyone else for that matter!” Thatcher scoffs. “Majesty…brother, don’t you think you should calm down?” Archer suggests. “I will not calm down! This is my kingdom, and the people will respect their king and queen! I can and will handle people the way I see fit!” Thatcher shouts.That is where you’re wrong!” Archer shouts. “I’m warning you Brother. Stay out of this or you will be next to be in the dungeon!” Thatcher says coldly. “You shall watch your tone before a God!” Archer shouts angrily. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. Not only are you stupid, but you’re also crazy! I warned you to watch yourself! Guards! Take the Duke to the dungeon. He shall remain there until I say otherwise!” Thatcher yells. As the guards reach for Archer, blue flames surround him and water sprays up from the ground, slowly rising him up into the air. Shedding the skin from his body, a new form takes place and the spout of water gently places him back on his feet. Standing before them stands a tall slightly muscular man. His chocolate brown locks surround his gorgeous chiseled face, and his sparkling deep ocean eyes glisten beneath his thick brows. They had never before seen a man of such handsomeness, even his skin seems to glow with an aura of radiance.
“Just who the hell are you, and where is Duke Bronswick?” Thatcher shouts. Pointing the palm of his hand towards the fountain by the throne, water ejects from it, splashing onto his sword, and magical dew drops sprinkle around the blade and the silver metal melts, revealing his golden trident. “Do you not recognize me?” the handsome gentleman asks. “If I knew who you are, I wouldn’t be asking you for your name, now would I? So I’ll ask this one last time! Just who are you?” Thatcher sneers. Standing straight and tall and holding his trident upright he replies, “The real Duke Bronswick is locked in the dungeon, unharmed. I am Poseidon, God of the seas, earthquakes, and horses…brother of Zeus and Hades. Surely you’ve heard of me. After all, your kingdom is an ally and home to the kingdom of Castlerock and its merfolk. Which brings me to this question. If you don’t mind Majesty, just where were you when Castlerock fell?” Thatcher rises from his throne before giving a bow and explaining, “I was in Brendlewood helping their kingdom out while Blue Haven was being rebuilt. The Lycans destroyed our home and Castlerock a few years later.” Raising a brow Poseidon shouts, “So let me get this straight… While the Lycans were taking over Castlerock, your ally, you were in Brendlewood celebrating with your petty feasts and playing house!? It has been brought to my attention that you Thatcher Mason, King of Blue Haven have been having an affair with your previous fiance and threatened to murder an innocent child! I rebuke your actions of adultery and the attempted murder of an innocent. I hereby revoke your duty as King. Your contract of marriage is declared null and void. Thatcher Mason, you are hereby relieved from the throne and your court duties!”
“You can’t do that! I am the son of King Silas and Queen Saphira, the previous king, and queen of Blue Haven. I’m the only heir to the throne!” Thatcher scoffs. “That is where you’re wrong! Alex and Ector could take the throne, but the kingdom would fall if either of them should be crowned. I gave your family this land, and I can easily take it away! Instead of taking it from your family, I will allow your children to remain the heirs to the throne, and Scarlett will remain the Queen of this land. You are hereby demoted to Duke Mason. You won’t have any duty to the court. Scarlett will be in charge of any decision making of the kingdom and your children. Also, Scarlett is now free from your grasp and can marry whoever she chooses,” Poseidon says. He then holds up two documents. The first is the contract of our marriage and second one Thatcher signed to claim the throne. “You see these contracts? You failed the terms you agreed to on both of these documents” Poseidon says. “What about Shelly? She has been messing around with that so-called ex-husband of hers!?” Thatcher says defensively. Poseidon raises a brow and shakes his head in disbelief before saying, “In Scarlett’s defense, she was compelled to forget a lot of things and lost her memories. She thought she was still married to her ex-husband. You, on the other hand, made the choice to have an affair and get Lady Farah pregnant. There is a difference.” Thatcher rolls his eyes and sighs deeply in response before plopping back down on his throne. Suddenly small spouts of water circle around the papers and the crown on top of Thatcher’s head before the objects disappear altogether. “The deed has been done. I need you to step off that throne now,” Poseidon tells Thatcher. The doors behind Poseidon burst open before Lady Elizabeth joins us. “Majesties!” she says as she gives a little curtsy. Turning his attention towards Elizabeth, Poseidon points his index finger at her before shouting, “Imposter!” “Excuse me? Just who are you?” she asks curiously. “You know very well who I am, just as I know who you are!” he shouts angrily. “I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about! We’ve never met before!” Elizabeth exclaims.“Don’t pretend you’ve never seen me before! I know all of your tricks, and you know exactly who I am!” Poseidon shouts. Raising his trident and pointing it towards her, water ejects from the tip, and it circles around Elizabeth’s body. “You are not who you claim to be! Show your true identity witch!” he shouts. “What are you talking about?” I ask curiously. “Majesty, there’s a witch who disguised herself as your friend. Sometimes when witches need to hide from those who have seen their true form, they body hop so they can’t be detected by the normal eye.” Poseidon explains. Momentarily Elizabeth falls to her knees, and a young lady steps out of her body before the water stops circling Elizabeth. “Who is that?” I curiously ask. “This is Freya. She’s a witch who likes to cause mischief, but she also manages to do some good things. She imposed as your friend and was giving out false information. She not only betrayed you but betrayed Queen Carolin, Prince Lestat, and this realm. Thatcher isn’t one of Merlin’s descendants and you weren’t betrothed to him. In fact, Carolin would be very upset if she knew she had sent your actual betrothal to pursue you. All of these years, she thought Thatcher was a royal of the Fae, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Thanks to Freya, the King of the light has been kept hidden. She planted fake scrolls in order to keep the royals away from their kingdom, little did she know the king was right under her nose the whole time. You are indeed a royal of the Fae and you must seek help from Queen Charlotte for the cure. You weren’t supposed to be a Lanterian or a creature of darkness. You were born with the light and it must be protected,” Poseidon explains.
“My kingdom? Are you saying I’m to return to Stone Ridge?” I ask. “No. The royals of the Fae have their own kingdom. It’s a kingdom my brother Zeus had given those blessed with the light. You’re the daughter of Natalia, Queen of the Fae. You are the next heiress to the throne my dear, and your people have been waiting for your return,” Poseidon says. “What about Blue Haven? I can’t just abandon the kingdom, and I can’t leave my sons here without me or their father,” I reply. “You will remain here until the boys come of age to take the throne. Since your mother and father married and began ruling his kingdom, there have been court officials taking care of your duties while you and your family have been away. I will inform my brother of your return once your children come of age,” Poseidon explains. “What about this king of the light you speak of? You say Carolin would be angry if she knew she sent him to pursue me, who is he? It’s certainly not Lestat. He was a hybrid when I met him and was later turned into a vampire by magic to remove the Lycan part of him,” I ask curiously. “That’s something only you can find out for yourself. I cannot tell you who or where he is. All I can tell you is that he’s out there somewhere and that the two of you have met before,” Poseidon replies. The townspeople suddenly burst into an uproar that can even be heard through the thick stone walls of the castle. Stepping out onto the balcony I shout, “My fellow people of Blue Haven, what seems to be the trouble?”
“Is it true, Our king has been dismissed from the throne?” One of the villagers asks curiously. Gasping I reply, “I’m not sure where you’re getting your information from, but I can assure you the kingdom is perfectly safe. There is no need to worry.” “Tis I, Maid Abigail who gave them the information. It is after all the truth Majesty. Something you royals know nothing about!” she shouts. “Do you know what you just did is treason!? You could be arrested and hung for this! Just be lucky that I’m the one who is on the throne and not your king. Lady Abigail, did you fill in the rest of your neighbors that your king locked a man from the village in the dungeon today? Did you also inform them that it was I who stood up to the king about the matter? Your neighbor will be in the courtyard to greet you and go home in a matter of minutes. I suggest you all get your facts straight before you go around harassing your Queen! Now, I highly suggest you all return to your homes before I change my mind!” I reply. The townspeople glance back and forth mumbling amongst one another before heading back to the village. “Amelia?” a voice whispers from behind me. Turning around, I come face to face with a tall, slender man with blue eyes and his skin appeared to glow. “Umm…No. I think you have mistaken me for someone else,” I reply. “Do you not remember me, my love? We were married two-thousand years ago today. Surely you remember me!” he tells me. “I’m sorry, but you have me confused with someone else. I am Scarlett Debenshire, Queen of Blue Haven. I’m not sure how you got up here on the balcony, but you better make it back down the same way you came up before my guards see you!” I tell him irritably.
As I walk away from him to head back inside, he grabs me by the arm and twirls me around to face him. His eyes have grown a darker shade of blue, and his gasp becomes tighter around my arms. “What do you think you’re doing!? I can have you arrested for treason!” I tell him. “Amelia, my love, do you really think you can fool me? I know it is you and not some queen. You’re the one who turned me into a Lanterian on our wedding night and you know very well your pathetic human guards are no match for me!” he says. “I don’t even know your name. I’ve never met you!” I snap. Grabbing a stake from the inside of his jacket, he presses it to my chest before saying, “My love, it’s me, Tyrion, but you already knew that. We could have been together forever, but you decided to have an affair and have someone else’s child while we were married. Do you have any idea what that did to me? How much you broke my heart? It made me go insane to lose you! I have always loved you, Amelia!” he sneers. “Let go of me this instant!” I yell. “Guards! Guards!” I shout. My guards come rushing out onto the balcony, with their swords at ready, and Poseidon right behind them. “You don’t belong here amongst the living!” Poseidon shouts as he points his trident at Tyrion. “Amelia is mine! Step back or I will stake her!” Tyrion yells. “Let her go brother!” a female voice says. “Amara! I knew it would be a matter of time before you found me! Amelia and I must be on our way now,” Tyrion tells his sister.
“Tyrion, that isn’t Amelia! You know in your heart that isn’t her! Now, stop this nonsense and return with me to the other side!” Amara demands. “I can’t do that sister. This is Amelia! Just look at her! There is no mistake! She looks the same as she did when we were married so very long ago. Don’t let her fool you! She’s made a new life for herself and took a new name so I wouldn’t find her! I’m not a fool. I know this is her!” Tyrion says as he tries to kiss me. “Tyrion…brother, you murdered Amelia. She’s in heaven with the Gods. The person you are holding captive is Queen Scarlett Debenshire. Amelia’s doppelganger. Amelia is a long distance relative of hers. That’s why Scarlett resembles her. Now let her go and come with me,” Amara says extending her hand to Tyrion. Shaking his head Tyrion replies, “No sister, I simply won’t do that. We’re finally back home after 1,500 yrs. You were once the enchantress here, and you can be that again. We have so much unfinished business here! There are so many people here that need to be taught a lesson! Look at all of the lies, scandals, cheating, and adultery that has been going on around here in our kingdom! I can’t leave until I have taught all of these people a valuable lesson!” “Tyrion you can’t be serious!” Amara scolds. “I’m dead serious!” Tyrion says before shoving the stake into my shoulder and I let out a deafening scream before falling to the floor.
Thatcher rushes out onto the balcony with his sword at ready. “You are hereby banned from this land bloodsucker!” Thatcher shouts before stabbing Tyrion in the heart with his sword. Tyrion turns his attention to Thatcher and smiles evilly before removing the blade from his chest and tosses it over the balcony. “Your pathetic metal cannot harm me human! Even silver doesn’t harm vampires. Do your research!” Tryion scoffs before disappearing. “Shelly! Are you alright!?” Thatcher shouts as he rushes to my side. Glancing at Amara and turning his attention back to me Poseidon inquires, “You…opened the veil to the other side!? Why?” I explain how I thought my father had come to me through Juliana, and how Charlotte found a spell to open the veil to be able to speak with the dead. Raising a brow in frustration Poseidon shouts, “The dead should be exactly just that! They aren’t meant to be roaming the land of the living! Stupid girl! Do you have any idea what you have done!? You let all of the supernatural beings out! Now I have to fix your mistake!” Turning her attention towards me she says, “Let me help with that Majesty.” I give a nod in agreement before she takes a knee and quickly pulls the stake out of my shoulder.
As I scream out in agony, Thatcher gently lifts up my head and lays it in his lap and lovingly caresses my cheek as Amara places her hand over the wound on my shoulder. She closes her eyes for a brief moment before a vibrant blue light escapes the palm of her hand and beams onto my wound. “What are you doing?” I ask curiously. “Just a moment Majesty. Hold still this won’t hurt a bit,” Amara says reassuringly. Momentarily the blue light fades and she removes her hand from my shoulder. “It is done,” Amara says with a smile. As I pull the sleeve from the wound and look down at my shoulder, I notice that my wound has fully healed. “Thank you,” I tell her as Thatcher helps me up. “You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do for you after what my brother just did Milady. My brother was right though. So much has happened and changed since we’ve been on the other side. There’s so much hate, lies, deceit, and scandals. This used to be a land of kindness and love. When my brother and I found this land many moons ago, we became friends with the merfolk. A few years later, Poseidon gave this land to us. About a year after we built the castle, Taliesin found this kingdom and a few months later he told me he was in love with me. We were supposed to be married by the river on the twenty-seventh day of April, but he murdered me the night before our wedding. I guess he thought that murdering his bride was far more sufficient. Little did he know I had already created the other side for my brother and every other supernatural being,” Amara says as I slowly stand up.
“So you’re the first enchantress of Blue Haven? Does that mean that we’re related?” Thatcher asks. Rolling his eyes Poseidon says, “That’s exactly right. Amara is a descendant of your father King Silas.” “That’s such a sad story. Taliesin, isn’t that?” I begin but Lestat quickly interjects. “The father of Merlin. The very one who created the very first vampires,” Lestat informs as he approaches us. Rushing over to him I hug him tightly, “I thought you were leaving?” “I’m leaving in the morning. I sensed that you were in trouble, so I rushed up here. Are you alright?” he asks as he slides the bloody material down my shoulder. “Yes. I’m fine now. Amara healed me. See, my wound is completely gone. I’m as good as new!” I reply. “Just who is this?” Poseidon questions. “This is Prince Lestat. The former Prince of Dragon Valley,” I inform. “Dragon Valley? You’re Carolin’s boy!” Poseidon inquires. Lestat then explains how he was taken from his mother and what Carolin did to him through the years. “Be careful with this one. He’s a heartbreaker for sure,” Poseidon whispers in my ear before giving me a wink. Clearing his throat Poseidon says, “I have one last thing to do before I leave and that’s to close the veil. Amara, I suggest that you say your goodbyes before I begin. Once I start to close the veil I can’t stop. No matter what the circumstance is.”
She gives a nod before turning her attention back to Thatcher, “There is so much I would like to tell you, but I don’t have enough time. If you should visit the waterfall near the river, I left my journal there. You can learn about what my life was like here, and more about your ancestors.” “Shelly!” two familiar voices call out. As I slide past Thatcher to get a better look at who’s calling me, I notice my Mother and father rushing towards me. “Shelly, are you alright? I heard you screaming,” Mom says as she looks down at my arm. “Yes, Mother. I’m perfectly fine. See?” I reply pointing out where the wound was on my arm. “We were worried about you sweetheart. What happened?” My father asks. I then explain to them what Tyrion did and how Amara helped me. Mom, Dad, There’s no time to waste. Poseidon is getting ready to close the veil. He’s given us enough time to say our goodbyes before he begins the enchantment,” I explain. A tear escapes Mom’s eye, and she quickly wipes it from her cheek before saying, “Then it’s time for us to go back to the other side. We’ll be watching over you and those precious grandbabies of ours.” My parents hug me tightly one last time before heading over to Poseidon to wait for Amara. Smiling slightly Thatcher hugs Amara tightly as the two say their goodbyes. Breaking from their embrace, Amara approaches Poseidon. “I’m ready now,” she tells him.
He gives a nod in agreement before pointing his trident towards the sky. Thatcher approaches Amara and says, “I have so much to ask you.” What would you like to know? Maybe I can answer at least two questions,” she replies. “What about the relationship between Shelly and I?” Thatcher questions. Smiling slightly Amara replies, “You weren’t meant to be. Let her go. You have someone right before your eyes who loves you dearly and has never stopped. Go, be with her. Let your love be known.” “What about Farah?” he inquires once again. “Like I said, let your love be known and be there for your unborn child! Just remember, I’ll be watching over you, so you better do what’s right!” Amara smiles before her voice and figure fade and disappear. “That’s it! The deed is done! I’ve done what I came here to do. Shelly, Keep this kingdom safe. I know your Prince Edmund will do just fine when he is king.” Poseidon says before leaving the kingdom. Turning his attention towards me Thatcher questions, “Edmund? Does this mean you finally picked out a name for our son?” Smiling sweetly I reply, “Yes! I’ve been wanting to tell you, but the timing was never right.” A smile forms on Thatcher’s face before he continues, “Edmund is a proud name! Shel…I should apologize for everything. I didn’t mean for anything to happen between me and Farah. I only wanted to make you happy. I lost my throne because my love for you clouded my judgment. I knew I had lost the love you had for me, and I began to lose my mind because of it. I was starting to become my father. He wasn’t exactly a very good king and was so cold and cruel to my mother. I did the one thing I swore I would never do, and that’s to take a mistress. I’m so sorry Shel…can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” “Of course I forgive you. I just can’t be with you. I’m so sorry Thatcher. I wish things would have worked out the way we planned, but you and I just don’t work. We’re both in love with another. You should go to Farah. Tell her how you feel and be there for her and your child,” I reply with a smile. You’re right! I’m gonna find her right now!” he replies and heads inside of the castle.
As I turn around to face Lestat I notice that I’m standing on the balcony with only my guards accompanying me. “Where did Prince Lestat run off to?” I ask one of the guards. “He looked upset Milady and went downstairs. He mumbled something about taking off his sunlight ring,” the guard replies. “Thank you. All of you are dismissed now,” I tell the guards. They give a bow and I head downstairs to find Lestat. ‘Now where would I go if I were upset about something?’ I think to myself. Then I think of the very place I would go if I needed a quick drink and possibly let the sun in through the windows. Rushing to the sitting room, I open the doors to find Lestat leaning against the fireplace drinking his bourbon. As I approach him I suddenly come to a stop as he begins to speak. “I wanted to apologize,” he says as he stares into the roaring fire of the fireplace. Folding my arms I let out a sigh and sarcastically say, “Good!” “Just…please let me finish. I said I wanted to apologize, but then I realized that I’m not sorry,” he begins but I quickly interject. Taking a deep breath I slowly begin approaching him and stop in front of him before saying, “You handed me over to Thatcher knowing that I don’t love him. Lestat, you didn’t even let me make that decision for myself. You made it for me and I’m just supposed to be ok with that?”
“I didn’t say you were supposed to be ok with it. What I really am is selfish? Because I make bad choices that affect you.” Pointing to his sunlight ring laying on top of the mantle I yell,” “I see you were about to make another bad decision. What were you gonna do Lestat!? Let the sun in through the windows and kill yourself!?” He hangs his head down before looking back up at me and replying, “I made the decision for you Shel because I thought you were sired to me. I had to be sure your feelings were real. I had to get you away from me to be sure. I’ve done a lot of things that I regret Shel. Yes, I would rather die than live another day without you. I would rather die right now than spend my final years remembering how good I had it with you and how happy I was before I screwed it up. I would rather die right here than watch you walk away from me and be with Thatcher.” Looking at him in disbelief I take a deep breath before replying, “Fine, but I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that my parents introduced us. I’m not sorry that we had a wonderful life together. I’m not sorry that even in my immortal life you’re the one who makes me feel the most alive. You’ve been through a lot and have done some terrible things. You’ve made all of the wrong choices but so have I. I’ve killed and murdered innocent people in cold blood, but there’s one thing I’m not sorry for. I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you!”
Lestat’s eyes widen before rushing over to me and embracing me in his arms. Caressing my cheek with his hand he whispers, “Say it again.” Locking my eyes on his I say, “I love you, my love. I never stopped loving you!” Pressing his lips to mine we share a passionate kiss before he says, “I have waited for so long to hear those words from you, my love. The thought of losing you all over again nearly killed me and I just wanted to die. Now we have only one problem left. What are you going to do about Thatcher?” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the documents Alderan gave me and hold them up for Lestat to see. “Alderan freed me from the contract Merlin had with my parents. I’m free to marry whoever I wish,” I tell him smiling. “Just who do you wish to marry?” Lestat asks teasingly. “You! It’s always been you, my darling!” I tell him before pressing my lips to his once more. “Oh! Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve come with a gift for your Majesty,” Charlotte says as she enters the room. Breaking from our kiss I curiously ask, “What is it?” I mixed the cure for you Milady. You and I both know you weren’t supposed to be a Lanterian or any other creature of darkness,” she says. Folding my arms and looking at her sternly I reply, “Let me guess, a certain God by the name of Poseidon paid you a visit as well?” “The one and the same!” she replies. “She’s right Shel. You weren’t meant to be like this. I think you should take the cure. I heard what Poseidon said you’re supposed to do, and the last thing we want to do is piss off a God. The choice is yours, my love. I’ve overstepped my boundaries before, and this time I’m leaving the decision to you.
Giving a little sigh I reply, “I’m not sure if I want the cure. With the Lycans still out there, and Carolin wanting to kill me, I don’t think it’s a very good idea. Besides, we’re together now. Surely Poseidon won’t allow a Lanterian to rule Blue Haven by my side.” Taking my hands into his, Lestat replies, “Then I’ll take the cure with you. I would do anything for you, Shel. By now you should know that. If taking the cure with you means we can grow old together, then I’m more than happy to take it.” “My dear boy, you can’t take the cure. It will kill you because you were a Lycan before a vampire. I can’t allow you to take something that will only bring your death,” Charlotte explains. “I was born a hybrid and turned into a vampire. Won’t the cure kill me as well?” I question. Shaking her head Charlotte replies, “No my dear. You were born a Faery hybrid who was turned into a vampire later, but you still have faery blood running through your veins. The cure will only put things back to the way they were meant to be. It’s perfectly safe my dear.” I give a nod in agreement before turning my attention back to Lestat, “If the cure is going to kill you, then you can’t take it with me. I would rather die a thousand deaths than not to have you in my life at all.” Holding out a tray of tiny vials Charlotte says sweetly, “Come, dear. Take one of these and drink. Your destiny awaits you.”
Grabbing one of the tiny vials of potion from the tray, I pull the cork from the tiny vial before asking, “Are you sure this is such a good idea?” Smiling Charlotte replies, “Of course! It’s perfectly safe. I wouldn’t give anyone I care about something that would hurt them.” I give a little shrug before saying, “Bottoms up” and drink the pink liquid. Different colored dew drops sparkle around me as my pale olive skin turns back into its normal tan color. “Are you alright darling?” Lestat asks in a concerned tone. “How do you feel my dear?” Charlotte asks. “I’m alright. I feel a little different,” I reply. Grabbing a hairpin from my hair, I prick my index finger to find that it isn’t healing itself. “Look! It worked! It isn’t healing!” I shout with excitement. Lestat smiles and places a kiss on my forehead before grabbing one of the other vials of potion from Charlotte’s tray. “What are you doing!? You can’t take that! You’ll die!” I shout. “You were a hybrid just like I was who was turned into a vampire. I am also a Lanterian just like you were. I want to live a normal life with you, and I want to rule by your side. You’re right, Poseidon won’t allow me to rule this kingdom with you as a Lanterian. I certainly can’t stay like this so you can die and leave me here to live a life without you in it!” Lestat says before drinking the potion. “Stupid boy! What have you done!” Charlotte shouts angrily. Momentarily the vial slips from Lestat’s hand before he collapses to the floor. “No!” I shout before kneeling down by his side. Placing my index and middle finger to his neck, I’m unable to find a pulse.
“Charlotte, I can’t find a pulse and he isn’t breathing! What can I do to help him!?” I ask with tears streaming down my cheeks. “I-I told him not to drink it. I told him it would kill him! I’ve never dealt with this sort of thing before. I don’t know how to help my Grandson!” she replies horrified. “There has to be something we can do to help him!” I shout. Laying my head on his chest and sobbing uncontrollably I cry, “Please don’t leave me, my love. We’ve just found each other again. I can’t bear to lose you! Come back to me, darling. Please come back.” As my tears land on Lestat’s chest, he begins to rise from the floor with balls of light spinning around him and I take a step back and stand by Charlotte. A shaft of light shines through his body, and little sprinkles of glittering dust surround him as he gently gets put back on the floor. His chest begins to rise and fall as he takes a few deep breaths before slowly rising to his feet. Gasping, tears of joy slide down my rosy cheeks, for the love of my life, is very much alive. His hair turns a beautiful golden brown, and his skin shines ever so brightly before returning to its normal tan color. Approaching him, I run my fingers through his hair and gaze into his vibrant blue eyes before he grabs my hand and gently places it on his cheek. “Shel…I feel different. The craving for blood is gone. But there’s something else,” he says before I interject. “What? What is it darling?” I ask worriedly. “It’s nothing to worry about really. I just feel a source of power that I haven’t felt before,” he explains.
Lestat kisses me passionately, and a brilliant blue ball of light beams as it circles around him before lighting up the navy blue sky. Dropping her tray of potion Charlotte lets out a little gasp. Breaking from our kiss I question, “Charlotte, what is it? Are you ok?” “I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t think it was possible!” “You didn’t think it was possible for your Grandson to live?” I curiously inquire. “No, not that. Majesty, do you not see what has happened here?” Charlotte asks. “Of course, I saw what happened. It’s a miracle that he’s even alive,” I reply. “You’re not understanding. Your tears brought him back. They somehow healed him Majesty, you’re standing next to your true king. Poseidon told me that if Lestat took the potion and he died and came back to life, it would mean he’s the true king of the light. I never would have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes!” Charlotte says. “The king of light? Are you sure?” I question. Giving a little shrug Charlotte replies, “That’s what Poseidon told me himself when he came to visit me before leaving the castle. If Poseidon has taught me one thing, it’s you never ever question a God.” Turning my attention back to Lestat I smile widely before saying, “We can get married! This all seems like a wonderful dream come true!” “I also have some more great news to share! Princess Juliana has returned to her normal age. She’s back to being a little toddler!” Charlotte informs. “Everything seems to be getting back to normal darling! Now you can do what you do best! You have a wedding to plan!” Lestat says excitedly.