Third Person POV
Queen Isabelle had never felt so relieved. Rosalie had been found and was now safely back at the castle. She blinked her tears away, feeling euphoric. Her son had saved the woman he loved and he had looked fierce when he arrived back at the castle, holding Rosalie in his arms. In that moment, he had reminded her of Julian and she felt pride swell up inside of her. Lucian was growing more and more mature and the way he looked at Rosalie, well she was certain that there was going to be a wedding sometime in the future and she couldn't be happier. Everything was working out so well and a small part of her, the skeptical part, was waiting for the shoe to drop, so to speak.
"I'm so happy that she's okay" Julian mumbled, beginning to strip off his clothes as she watched from
