One Year Later:
Izaak entered the chamber he had specifically designed for Melody, the air was filled with the roses, which were placed in a brass vase right beside the bedside table.
Last year, after they had left, Melody had asked him to turn her into a vampire, a request that had echoed in his mind ever since. He couldn't turn down her plea; it felt like destiny pulling them together.
After he brought peace to the borders, brought her to the palace in the same casket that had become a symbol of their bond.
He caressed her pale face, tracing the contours of her features as he settled down before her. "You look beautiful, Melody," he murmured. "It's strange that a year has passed, yet my love for you has only grown. Whenever I go to bed, I see you first, and whenever I wake up, I come to see you. Without you, my days don't pass; it feels like you're right beside me, just not in a physical form."
