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Karigan and Zachary would go on to marry and have three children one of which would acscend the throne after his older sibling died of Estora and Zachary’s twins , after Estoras death of course and their children were raised in the castle properly as any royal children. This of course would happen after the dragon battle which they would win and defeat MornHavon.

Estora had taken her place as regent Shortly after the war with Amberhill possessed by mornhavon. And kept regency till her son’s coming of age. Zachary decided after so much loss and bloodshed that he would retire behind the castle walls and live the life he wanted with Kari. Neither would accept royal duties only the occasional visit to the Elt who were now kin.

The Regent

Zachary faced his advisors , along with Estora , Kari , Weapons and green riders. Laren missing still , being searched for by Stevic Gladheon

“We’ve won, this battle with Amberhill is over , I’ve seen too much Bloodshed , We’ve all faced immense losses, But we stopped the Dragons , and now I must resign duties to live my life in comfort . I am Naming my Wife Estora as Regent till our Son Zachary Davriel II, comes of age and Takes the throne.”

Laren would’ve Certainly frowned on this , He knew , But with her still a prisoner of the foreigners he needed the peace he could seek.

“But how your majesty ? Why? “ came a chorus of questions from weapons and advisors alike

“Kari and I faced immense pain, and face it daily with Laren our colonel And my chosen adoptive mother still missing. So we choose to find joy in what we can. I choose to wed Kari at the earliest possible , there will be no public display or invitations , there will be private invitations only .”

Kari began her additional address to the room.

“This is as Zachary and I wish it to be. I suggested we go and help my father find Laren and bring her home , But the cost to us facing more danger is too much to bear. We instead have picked some of my Kin from the Elt to guide and assist our liege of Weapons here. They are arriving tomorrow . You are to find my father in the shores leaving to the Islands there. He waits in the Corsa Inn.”

Weapons bowed in silence and acceptance . They chose Fastion and Garth to lead with two others very new to the service. , Lhean would lead a small band of Elt to join them. They Knew Laren was a prisoner likely in a palace on the trade islands . They hoped this team would find her and return her home in a matter of months.

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Kari stared at Zachary’s back while he closed the door behind them, and he asked the guards to make sure of no more disturbances .

He turned to face her , she was almost crying , she wanted to rush into his arms , no she wanted to slowly undress him, kiss him. She wanted to run her hands thru his chest hair and kiss every scar off his back .

He walked slowly toward her and took her hands in his , caressed her face pulled her close .

He Groaned “I’ve waited so long for this …. For us “ they kissed deeply.

It wasn’t till he lifted her onto the bed she noticed the tears they both had in their eyes . “Darling , why are we crying ? He asked.

“I .. “ She had no answer except to pull him close again .

Twenty five years later

*****

Sal knelt before his father, Zachary

Accepting the crown.

His half brother Zachary Davriel II died of a mysterious illness only having spent four years on the throne. His mother Estora , Succumbed to a fever that swept Sacordia two years prior. Leaving no hiers , decidedly his next brother in line Sal, named so for Salvistar , would be king.The brothers had almost two years between them and so a very Young monarch would ascend as had his brother.

Zachary showing his age and trembling as he lifted the heavy crown upon his sons head smiled proudly.

“I anoint thee SAL Hillander the first”

Karigan Proudly curtsied before her now grown son and King.

His black mop curled round the shining crown as if Salvistar had decided this would be a reminder to the Sacordians that he would ever be present in spirit or flesh amongst them.