Bruce Blake - Heart of the King

“I am thankful for so much,” she said and smiled at them both, then took Sir Rindel’s arm and allowed him to lead her from the room.

Graymon sighed deeply as Iana came to stand in front of him.

“Are you all right, my love?”

“Yes,” he said. “This is the greatest day of my life. I just wish father could have been here to see it.”

“I know,” she said. “But he is watching from the fields of the dead with Khirro by his side, just like their statues.”

She smiled the sweet, beautiful smile she saved especially for him, the one she wore when she allowed the spark to flicker at the back of her eyes, reminding him of the secret the two of them had shared for more than twenty years. He smiled back at her when he saw it, unable to stop himself.

“Come, my king,” she said and grabbed him by the hand. “Let us go and get you a kingdom.”

“And a queen,” he added and laughed.

Graymon called for the pages and they let the procession lead them out of his chambers and toward the clamor of the great hall where the high priest, the king’s council, and seemingly the entire kingdom had gathered to meet their new king and queen.