[Denali’s POV]
I sit alone on the balcony attached to mine and Rosco’s room, taking in the grounds of Emerald Moon. If you asked me a few months ago if I thought I would be where I was, my answer would most certainly be no. However, here I sat as the new leader of this place while my father and Beatrice sat in prison waiting for their trials.
Sighing, I look down at my legs, which, to this point, still didn’t work the same as they used to. I guess you could say that even if there was a bright future ahead of me, it didn’t necessarily mean that there wouldn’t be hardships.
“It will be okay,” I whisper, placing a hand on my stomach and giving it a rub. “Even if I never get full use of my legs again, I’ll still be the best mother I can be.”
“And wife.”
Turning, I watch as Rosco makes his way toward me in nothing but a towel while carrying a bottle of champagne.