Chapter 49

FORTY-NINE

I can hear the TV from where I'm sitting, and for a moment, I focus on the words the news is spreading.

"The music industry is once again exploding today as one of the biggest tours to ever be announced sells out within seconds. Fallon and Kage have teamed up for a new album, and the world knows by now that you can't separate the iconic duo. Where one goes, the other follows. The newly wed pair are a match made in heaven, even if they are total opposites, and who can forget that moment when Kage took a blade meant for his love? Fallon and Kage are no strangers to press. Just this year alone, they have been the faces of the battle against those who abused so many children during the infamous rock parties in the 90s, and just recently, they won. Every single person involved has been charged, with companies crumbling and legacies ruined. The names of her father and his bandmates have been removed from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, replaced by Fallon's after she was given the woman of the year award. As for Westie, who you may remember attacked both Fallon and Kage, he is serving a life sentence. It seems justice has been served, and now Fallon and Kage are ready to claim the world. Can anyone top this unstoppable pair? We don't think so. Stay tuned for all your updates on the world's favorite coup—" It cuts out, and I smile as I run my fingers over the keys of my piano.

I recently moved it to the greenhouse Kage had built for me. It was his wedding present. It connects to the back of our house—yes, ours, because Kage decided to build another house between them and make it one giant mansion while we were on our honeymoon. Still, this is my favorite part. Glass surrounds me on every side, only interrupted by the black framing. Blue-and-purple stained-glass butterflies hang from the ceiling, dancing in the wind. Dahlias cover nearly every inch of it apart from my piano in the center.

Rain slides down the glass panes, the pattering relaxing my soul as I play and hum along to a new song I'm writing.

It's a love song.

All of them are like that now.

When I'm done, I feel him behind me, and he slides onto the bench next to me, his hand finding my back. He's always touching me and connecting in some way. He was bad before, but since we got married, there is no longer an inch of space between us, and I like it.

Ice yawns, stretching out on top of my piano as I grin and kiss her head before playing the keys.

"I like your new song," he murmurs. "It might be my new favorite."

"You say that about every song I write." I grin, sparing him a loving look as he scoots closer. "The news makes it sound like we're taking over the world," I comment.

"We are." He grins, laying his head on my shoulder. "As we should."

"Really? So what's next for us?" I ask him as my fingers dance over the last note.

"Now we enjoy the rest of our lives, our love," he replies, kissing my shoulder. "We do this for an eternity, playing music and loving one another. Wherever it takes us, we'll go together."

"It sounds like a plan." I grin, and he places his hands next to mine, my song intertwining with his in our house .

My previously empty, cold mansion is now filled with love and laughter, all thanks to him.

The ice queen melted, the king fell, and they lived happily ever after—as they should.