They entered the residence where they were staying. It was quiet. Timothy shuddered at the thought of his fallen comrades.
His dad waited for him in his room, sitting on a sofa, reading a magazine. “Have a good time?”
Timothy nodded. “A fantastic time.”
“I’m glad to hear it. The two of you deserve it after everything you have been through.” He tapped Timothy’s shoulder. “Proud of you. Let’s get you into bed. You must be tired.”
Audrey had a bath while Timothy’s dad helped him with his nighttime routine.
Lying down, Timothy heard but couldn’t see her enter. “Check out the upper drawer. There’s something I got for you earlier. The thing I wanted to show you from earlier.
He hears the sound of the wheelchair motors as she moves.to the drawer. Then the sound of paper being removed.
“Oh my Emperor! She climbs into the bed beside him. “What is this?”
She held the blue diamond up for him to see.
“It’s from a Tamorian mine. A symbol of our love.”
Audrey frowned. “Was it expensive?”
Timothy smiled. “There is no reason for us to worry about money. You are my everything, and this is what you deserve.”
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