A/N: If some of the names in this chapter sound unfamiliar, check back to chapter 4. They're minor Persian characters.
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I think the moment I knew Farah loved me was when, during our fervent efforts to reproduce her vivid remembrance, the chain of her amulet broke and the medallion tumbled out of my hand and onto the floor. When I moved to reach for it, she pulled my hand back and pressed me to her. That was when I knew the past didn't matter; I had her now.
Epilogue
The Prince returned to India with Farah, where they were wed shortly before her twentieth birthday. The story went that they had fallen in love after he had saved her out in the desert a few weeks previously – an account confirmed by the Persian royalty and by Farah herself. King Sharaman gave the young couple his blessing, pleased with the friendly relations between their countries. The Maharajah and his wife shook their heads at their daughter's foolishness, but were more than content to have a Persian prince as their son-in-law.
Sharaman's eldest son, Ksathra, was tragically killed during a violent argument. Upon the king's death, Ksathra's younger brother Sohrab took the throne, and took the widowed Farideh to be his queen. The friendship between King Sohrab and his youngest brother strengthened the peace between the countries they ruled.
Farah never fully remembered the events concerning the Sands of Time, but she learned to accept the Prince's story. More importantly, she knew she loved him regardless of what had happened before. The two enjoyed a long and happy reign over India, with the Hourglass and Dagger locked safely away until the end of Time.