Page 126 of Quest for her Knights
“The kings and queen won’t force me to stay here?” I ask, hopefully.
“No. They already told us that since you aren’t going to be ruling, your brothers will, you don’t need to stay here. But they’d like us to stay close.”
“I guess we get to go house shopping, then!” I say with excitement.
Arrow laughs as we continue our stroll.
I think back to how everything started, whining to Ari after getting fired by my matchmaker. I never thought I’d meet anyone who could fill all my crazy needs, nor did I think I could bewith someone without fitting them into a preconceived category.
Ranger might have dom tendencies, but he was so much more than that. Just like Arrow was more than a golden retriever, Blaze was more than a cinnamon roll, and Draven was more than a bad boy.
Those were just some of their traits. What really mattered was how they made me feel, how they treated me. Even when tensions were high and they were trying to do the right thing by staying away from me, they always treated me with kindness, devotion, and tenderness.
They are each unique in their own way.
And they are just… mine.
Epilogue
Aribella
Iset my phone down on the counter and let out a deep breath of relief. I can't say I saw that one coming. This version of Elora was nothing like my best friend, so the fact that she got herself arrested within a month of being here wasn’t surprising.
It’s been two years since she arrived, and she’s finally had her full sentencing: fifteen years for kidnapping and false imprisonment.
I tried to tell her about this world and how things worked, but I don’t think she could get over her superiority complex from being a princess. The first man she found attractive who wasn’t willing to do everything she asked, well, she used a knifeto force him to drive them to a hotel. She kept him there for only a few hours before the cops found them.
Unfortunately for her, he was the son of a politician, so the kidnapping was taken extremely seriously.
I’m just pleased that I don’t need to worry about her anymore.
What I’m more annoyed with is the fact that since I sent Elora through the Enchanted Veil two years ago, I haven’t had a single person to transport. Not getting debilitating stomach pains was great and all, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.
It’s not like I hadn’t gone several years without moving anyone before. There were at least two years between sending Penny and Freya. But I guess deep down, I’m hoping that one of these days, someone will come through the veil looking like me, telling me it’s finally my turn to move there.
It’s not that my life in this realm is bad. I own this bookstore and it makes enough to pay the bills. I even started writing my own fantasy romance books based on what I know of Dyconia. Sometimes I loosely base them on what I’ve seen of the women I sent through the Enchanted Veil, but since I don’t watch them the whole time, I take some liberties with the stories.
And they’ve amassed a decent following. I’ve released three books a year for the past five years. I’m about to publish book number fifteen. Each story uses elements of Dyconia I’m able to glimpse through the windows I can create into that world. It’spicky about what it lets me see, but I can always check in on my girls.
I don’t like to snoop too often though. Last time I checked on Elora, she was tied up against a tree being tag-teamed by her husbands. That wasnotsomething I wanted to watch. Still, I occasionally check in to catch a glimpse, to make sure she’s happy. If she’s not getting railed by her hot knights, she’s with her two children. I don’t know their names, since sound doesn’t travel through the window, but I know she has a boy and a little girl born a year later. She looks happier than I’ve ever seen her, and that’s all that matters.
All the women I’ve sent through seem to be happy, and I love that I’m able to do that for them. I’m just wondering if I’ll be free of this and able to visit Dyconia myself.
The bell over the door jingles, and I lift my head from where I’m leaning on the counter to see a distraught girl entering, looking around wildly.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, moving around the counter to check on her.
She pushes her long, messy blonde hair behind her ear, revealing bruises on her neck.
Shaking her head, her eyes bounce around the store, unable to focus. “N-no. I… I need help.”
“Okay, one second.” I flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. “Come with me to the back. You’ll be safe here.”
She fidgets nervously as she follows me. On a whim, I decide to take her to the Enchanted Veil. Nobody can reach us in there.
She doesn’t even notice when I place my palm on the door, and it glows. I turn the knob and usher her in before closing it.
“Sit anywhere you like. I’ll get you some water,” I tell her, grabbing two bottles from the fridge.
