Epilogue

The time has finally come you guys, the Servant Girl is over. I hope you guys enjoyed my book and like this last chapter! It would be awesome if you guys like this and read my current books and my future works. I love you all so much and I probably wouldn't have finished this book for a long time if I didn't have so many people reading and voting. So, thank you all! Without further ado, here is the final chapter for the Servant Girl.

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Jordan's P.O.V

I stood in the fitting room as Thomàs made the final adjustments to my suit. My hair was left in its signature bed-headed look, which Olivia said she loved so much, and my shoes had already been polished so much that they reflected my joyous expression. I'm getting married. This is actually happening. I am getting married to the love of my life.

Thomàs noticed my huge smile and grinned, "Are you ready?"

I nodded my head vigorously, earning a chuckle from him.

"I would do anything for Olivia. She is the most perfect girl in the world and I get to marry her!" I said with excitement.

"Well, I'm happy that you finally got your happy ending," Thomàs said, "And I can see that you really love her."

"I do, Thomàs. I really do," I said as the door swung open.

"Are you ready, Jordan?" Darren peaked his head in to ask.

"More than ready," I beamed.

I turned to Thomàs and uttered a quick thank you and goodbye.

"Don't forget to say 'I do'!" He yelled after me, prompting me to chuckle.

With Olivia at the end of that aisle with me, I would say 'I do' a million times.

I walked with my brother downstairs and into the garden. Olivia had insisted that the wedding be held in her mother's garden and I was unopposed.

As I walked into the garden, I looked around at everyone that had shown up. On the left side sat the few people that I allowed my mother to invite along with my family and on the right side sat all of the servants. Olivia had made sure that they would be attending the wedding and not just viewing it or working it. Our wedding was much smaller than mine and Katerina's, who had been sent back home to probably get married off to another prince or noble, but neither of us wanted a big wedding, we just wanted each other.

I reached the end of the aisle, feeling extremely overjoyed. No words could describe how much I love Olivia and how happy I am to marry her.

I took my place before the priest and my groomsmen, Darren and Thomàs, took their places behind me. The bridesmaids were also lined up on Olivia's side: Mary and my sisters, Elle and Anna.

All of the sudden, the strings began to play the Bridal Chorus and my heart jumped in excitement.

Olivia stepped into the aisle with her father and time froze. My heart erupted into butterflies and a huge smile overtook my face. She looked stunning in her dress (picture provided). Despite its simplicity, her beauty made it seem like the most amazing thing ever created. Her hair was delicately put up and her face held light hints of makeup. She was so beautiful as she smiled at me brightly and I returned it with an even bigger smile.

She finally reached me and her father handed her off to me and took his seat with happy tears in his eyes. I leaned forward to peck her cheek. I pulled back and held her hand as the priest started to speak.

'I love you,' I mouthed to her.

'I love you too,' she mouthed back.

In that moment all I could think about was how happy I was and how happy I would be for the rest of my life.

I was suddenly being called out of my thoughts by Olivia giving my hand a small squeeze. I looked at her in confusion and she nodded her head towards the priest.

"I do," I stated, loud and proud.

After awhile of the priest talking again, it was Olivia's turn to answer.

She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. Oh no what if she says no!?

"I do," she said in a soft voice.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said and I immediately bent down to touch my lips to hers.

As soon as our lips met, there was an explosion of butterflies in my stomach and fireworks where we touched. I smiled into the kiss and she smiled back. We pulled away to see everyone cheering.

I picked her up, with one arm under her legs and the other under her torso, and carried her inside into the reception.

For the entire reception, which was about two hours, we just sat in the chairs at the head of the room and held each other. I never want to let her go again.

My father approached us after awhile with a solemn look on his face.

"Son, I'm so sorry," he said to me, "I can see now that you are truly happy."

Olivia's P.O.V

I married the love of my life and nothing could get better.

My thoughts were filled with happiness and love as I sat with Jordan at the head of the room.

After awhile, the king came over to us.

"Son, I'm so sorry," he said to Jordan, "I can see now that you are truly happy."

I looked to Jordan in confusion.

"Sorry for what?" I asked him.

"Do you want to tell her or should I," Jordan asked in an angry tone to his father.

The king paused for a moment and sighed before he spoke.

"I told my son that he could not be with a servant girl and set him up in the marriage with Katerina," he said.

I took a moment to process what he said. Is that why Jordan stopped talking to me?

"When?" I softly demanded.

Jordan sighed, "Do you remember the ball, when I had a sudden change of heart?"

I nodded. I remembered that night crystal clear as it was the night that Jordan confessed his love for me and the night that he broke my heart.

"I saw my father as I was with you and I didn't want you to get hurt because of me. I love you too much to put you in danger. But when I was marrying Katerina, I knew that I didn't want to be with anyone else and I would protect you no matter what," he said.

I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand, still trying to process the information.

"I'm so sorry, Olivia," the king said, "can you ever forgive me?"

I took a second to think about it.

"What kind of daughter-in-law would I be if I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive you," I said, standing up to hug him.

He pulled away from the hug with tears in his eyes and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, "I'm so happy that you were the girl to capture my son's heart."

I smiled at him brightly in response and he walked away to leave Jordan and I some time alone together.

Everybody in the family now was happy with the marriage. My father had handed me off saying how proud my mother would be; the twins were my bridesmaids, we had grown very close recently; Darren was Jordan's groomsman; Mary was in full support, after the initial worrying; and Jordan's mother had talked to me as I was getting ready and told me how happy she was.

At first, I was worried about leaving my father to move alone, but he assured me he would be fine. I also made him promise to visit much more often, at least twice a year.

The reception soon got boring for Jordan and I and we snuck away.

Jordan's P.O.V

I quietly led her up to my room and locked the door. I am do happy that Olivia is the last girl I will ever be with. She is the only one I will ever need and I love her so much.

That night, we made love and I held her in my arms as we fell asleep, so in love with each other.

That love continued throughout our lives, even through our three kids: Alexis, Romeo, and Emma; and it would continue until the day we die.

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