There's some vague nsfw in the first part of this chapter. It's not really explicit, it's just two dorks trying to bone.

Now that that warning is out of the way, this is officially the last chapter of Revel!

BUT! This is not the end of Tori or her family. They'll all be back in book two, Revelations.

Thank you everyone for all of your kind words and support, it's really what kept me motivated to keep writing this story and I hope you guys will like the sequel as well.

The first time Tori convinced Katakuri to lay with her was something she would never forget.

It took a lot of coaxing and promises and careful touches from the both of them. He was skittish still, no matter how many time she told him she thought he was lovely, no matter how many kisses she lay upon his skin.

She understood. He had never touched another woman, and they had been wed nearly three years before she had him on her bed, stripped bare for her soft hands and sweet lips to glide across his skin.

She was careful with him, and he even more so with her. It was a night they would never forget, if only because Tori had spent half of it breathless, her face red and tears in her eyes.

All because she tried to take the reigns, and straddle him, but she was so eager she overshot and ended up tumbling ass over end, off of her husband, off of the bed, and onto the floor where she stared up at his shocked face through her thighs dropped around her ears.

She couldn't help it.

She started laughing.

He picked her up off the floor, and she caught her breath and prepared to guide him inside her-

But made the mistake of looking him in the eye.

They stared at each other and Tori's shoulders started shaking. Katakuri put his hand over his mouth, muffling the gruff laughter that matched her helpless giggling. She clung to his chest, and tried to calm down, but after that every time they made eye contact she fell apart again.

The end of the night found her laid across his chest, still giggling like a loon but more than satisfied. She knew she would be bruised in the morning and Katakuri had deep scratched down his back, but they'd had fun and that was the important part.

When they woke in the morning Madelle was standing outside the door, with a letter in her hand. It wasn't from her sister, but it was about Gemma nonetheless.

Gemma, her younger sister, the youngest of all of them, was also the first to conceive.

Tori looked from note to Madelle and handed it back.

"Excuse me," she said brightly. "I'm feeling competitive."

She shut the door and went back to bed, with no intention of sleeping.

Three months afterwards found Tori and Katakuri dressing in their room for one of Big Mom's Tea Parties. This time it was Oven being sent to the altar, to secure another alliance with an up and coming big shot that Tori didn't even know the name of. Only that those particular pirates were making enough waves to warrant being welcomed into the fold.

Tori still wasn't sure why she had been brought in. Her island was, still, nothing particularly special to Big Mom, and Katakuri's ignorance led her to believe that no one off the islands knew the Enchantress existed.

Those were questions for another day.

As it was Tori was searching her mother's old chest, the one she had been given when she visited Soldano last. At the very bottom was the jewelry box.

Inside there was a string of small pearls. They were pink, almost red in their vibrance and Tori tugged them out to wear around her throat.

Only, the clasp caught on the velvet lining of the box.

Tori's brows furrowed.

She gave a careful tug. She didn't want to break the necklace. Or the box. But what could it be caught on?

Tori followed the clasp until she wiggled her nail in the small gap it had created. She pulled until there was a strange click and necklace popped free. More than that though the lining lifted away to reveal a small hollow. And, inside of it, a red key.

Tori lifted it carefully out of its hiding space, turning it over and over in her hands. It was heavy and smooth. She couldn't figure out what it was made of. Some kind of metal, but it was tougher than anything else she's seen. It had no give at all.

A black lock and a red key.

And here she had the red key. What were they? Where was a lock, and why did Ziani want it so badly? If they found out about it, would they come after her? Would they threaten Tori, her handmaids, her husband?

Katakuri could demolish all of them but Tori…

She touched her stomach, where it was only just started to curve under the weight of a new life.

She couldn't endanger her child. Not until she had more information. Their islands history was one that filled with bloodshed, murdered queens and poisoned kings, all from people vying for power. She was not fool. Tori understood exactly how dangerous the world was.

Tori put the key back in place, pressed the lining back until it clicked, and donned her pearl necklace.

It hung like a circlet of blood around her neck.

"We'll need to figure out what kind of name we should give them," Tori mused, staring out at the sea. She rested her head on Katakuri's chest, listening to even pull of his breaths, unobstructed for once. They stood on their balcony in the dead of night, where no others would both they or see his face. Tori still thought he was lovely.

"What do you mean, 'what kind of name'?" He asked, stroking slowly through her long, sea dark hair.

"Well. I suppose it's not so complicated outside of my isles. But I am of Imperia and Soldano. I'm a 'Di Imperia', of Imperia, because I'm the princess. People without titles have their first name and family name, and in Soldano is there's enough old families and things are so complicated that there's three names. The Tria Nomina."

"Three names," he repeated dubiously. "Like the 'D'?"

"Maybe," Tori shrugged. "I couldn't say for certain. I'm not a historian."

"No, you're a polymath."

"And you are a flatterer."

"If I can be. Would you give your daughter three names?"

"I might give your son three names," Tori elbowed him lightly. "We don't know what it's going to be. Anyways. There the praenomen, the nomen, and the cognomen. The praenomen is the personal name, to differentiate between members in a family. Katakuri, Lola, Cracker. All of you Charlotte's, but all of you different."

"So it's a fancy word for a first name," he concluded.

"Mhmm. Exactly. The nomen is the last name. You all come from the same ancestor. You all came from your mother. Charlotte. And the cognomen, that's a way of distinguishing branches in a family. My mother was Dolce Regina Genova, but her cousin was Chiara Regina Violante. Both from the Regina family, but from different branches."

Katakuri squinted at her, his ever curved mouth twitching.

"I think," he said slowly, picking her up easily by her hips. "That you fancy people enjoy making things needlessly complicated."

"It's all about power and inheritance. Our power comes from our bloodlines. Without being able to trace those back directly to the people who owned the land, who ruled the country, we lose our influence," she admitted. He wasn't wrong.

"Your power is your own," Katakuri corrected. "You push back the tide itself, if you put your mind to it. You are brave enough to speak for my sister. You are foolish enough to speak against my mother."

"Flatterer," she leaned up to kiss him, feather soft. "You think too highly of me."

"Perhaps." He turned and caught her mouth in a slow kiss. "You will never stop surprising me, will you?"

Tori smile at him in the dark. "I'll certainly do my best not to. Good surprises only."

"I'll hold you to that," Katakuri threatened.

Tori grinned against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

This life wasn't perfect, but she had found her happiness. She had her crown and country. She had her husband and her handmaids. Very soon, she would have her first child.

Tori took Katakuri's hands in hers and pulled him close, letting the crash of waves be their music as she dragged him into a messy, wild dance.

All she could do was revel in what she had.

End Revel.