Epilogue
Part 1: The Ice Festival
The train cut through the snow, its horn resounding across the stillness. Nestled in the comfort of the royal express, Chloe found herself utterly captivated by the view beyond the glass. The twinkling lights of mountain villages sparkled like celestial gems on the canvas of the night, a sight made all the more magical by the rugged terrain they traversed.
“Chloe.”
“Yes?” she answered, her gaze steadfastly fixed on the mesmerizing landscape.
Damien raised an eyebrow as he observed her. “I am bored.”
“Please take this opportunity to rest. You must be fatigued from all the work you have been doing.”
