AN: Okay, I know I said the last chapter was the last one, but this is really just an epilogue. This is going to be much shorter than any of the other chapters too.

"…Well, you can imagine what happened next." Rupert paused just outside the doorway at the sound of Eugena's voice. He was glad he had found her, he had been rather busy lately and they hadn't spent much time together. He also enjoyed listening in when she was telling their story (especially when she didn't know he was).

Eugena was in a settle next to a large window and was completely engrossed with telling the story to her audience. "The kingdom rejoiced, for their Lost Prince had returned. The party lasted an entire week and, honestly, I don't remember most of it." She gave a little self-conscious laugh, which Rupert would have joined in with except he didn't want to reveal his presence. Eugena peered out the window and grinned as if something out there reminded her of something.

"Dreams came true all over the place. Hookhand went on to become the most famous concert pianist in the world, if you can believe it. And Bignose, well he eventually found true love with his own little Valkyrie." She shifted a little in her seat and smiled down at her listener. "And as for Ulf the mime, well, I assume he's happy." She glanced out the window again and added, "He's never told me otherwise."

Rupert almost gave himself away at that because he had just seen their thug friend Ulf entertaining (which is what his father called it) some of the guards outside. He had them all very confused about him being trapped inside an invisible box. The guards had looked like they had wanted to help him, but couldn't figure out how. Rupert had seen him shooed away, but judging but the way Eugena was looking out the window, he suspected the mime was back and confusing another group of guards.

Eugena snickered again as an imperious whinny came in through the open window. Clearly Maximus had appeared to either chase off Ulf or chastise the guards. "Thanks to Maximus, crime in the kingdom disappeared almost overnight. As did most of the apples. Pascal…" Eugena took a grape from the bowl beside her and had been bringing it to her lips when she suddenly yelped in disgust. She froze for a second before turning her head slightly to glare at the chameleon perched on her shoulder. She and Pascal got along fairly well nowadays. Enough that he would spend hours with her instead of Rupert (especially when he was stuck in some boring meeting or other). Pascal looked back at her with unrepentance. Eugena sighed and held out the grape to the chameleon who snagged it with his tongue. "Pascal never changed." Eugena tried to sound severe, but sounded more amused.

She shook her head and continued on. "At last Rupert was home. And he finally had a real family. He was a Prince worth waiting for. Respected by all, he has led his kingdom with all the grace and wisdom that his parents did before him." She looked back down at her audience again. "And, as for me, well, I started going by Eugena again, stopped thieving and basically turned it all around. But I know what the big question is." She ran her hand over her outfit again, smoothing the fabric of her gown over her swollen stomach. To this day, she still argued vehemently against having to wear dresses except for formal occasions, preferring shirts and breeches the rest of the time. This of course scandalized the Court and horrified Rupert's mother, the queen. The King just found it hilarious and actually encouraged Eugena.

Personally Rupert couldn't see what all the fuss was about.

Unfortunately for Eugena, men's clothing didn't come in maternity styles. So for now, she was stuck in dresses.

"Did Rupert and I ever get married?" she asked their unborn child. "Well, I am pleased to tell you after years and years of asking and asking and asking, he finally said yes."

"Eugena…" Rupert chided as he finally stepped into the private rooms of the Heir and his Consort. There was a hint of a laugh in his voice as came over to her.

Eugena looked up and flashed a grin that was very close to a Smolder at him as she held out her hands. Rupert took them and helped his wife to her feet. "All right." she said as she curled her arms around his neck, nuzzling against the scruff Rupert had started growing (which she apparently adored). "He asked me."

Rupert plucked the Heir's Cornet from her head, wondering when she had managed to swipe it from him. She loved doing things like that (just to keep her hand in she said). He placed the elegant crown on his own head. "And we're living happily ever after." He said since the story was now at its end. Tenderly he placed a hand over her belly, feeling the flutter of the child within kicking.

"Yes. We are." Eugena concluded as she drew him in for a long loving kiss.