[She beams towards his darkness, brilliant and elated, as if she knew his answer all along. She reaches for him, intertwining with him with him until light and dark couldn’t ever come apart.
And then they’re gone.
Their children return back to their rooms and homes as they always do after the end of the festivities, everything as it always is, save for the empty thrones that echo with magic and energy. With farewells. Perhaps, for the fae who wait long enough and listen hard enough, there is a promise of a return.]