A Highland Love Story

Epilogue

It is time for the end of a journey. My gratitude to all of those who have stuck with me this far. I hope we meet again. 

Seven years had unfolded since Merida's quest for freedom, and now, as a mature queen, she stood with Y/N, a devoted husband and father, ready to celebrate their daughter Lorna's third birthday.

In the same meadow where Merida had first embarked on her journey of bravery, the family spread a plaid blanket, and the Highland winds whispered tales of the past. Lorna, a bundle of energy and curiosity, explored the meadow, her laughter harmonizing with the rustle of the leaves and the distant murmur of a nearby stream.

"Mum, Da, look at this flower!" Lorna giggled, holding up a tiny bloom.

Merida, her auburn hair dancing in the gentle breeze, crouched down to admire the offering. "A bonny flower, Lorna. The Highlands have always held treasures for those who seek."

Y/N, standing beside Merida, joined in with a warm smile. "Indeed, our little blossom. You've found a beauty."

As the family settled on the plaid blanket, the aroma of a picnic feast filled the air. The basket was laden with delectable treats, a testament to the joy and love that filled the Macintosh family.

Lorna's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she spotted an intriguing object peeking from the depths of the basket. "What's this, Mum?"

Merida's eyes lit up as she revealed a child-sized bow and a quiver adorned with symbols of the Highlands. "A present for our brave wee archer."

Y/N, his gaze a mix of nostalgia and anticipation, added, "Happy birthday, Lorna. May your arrows always hit their mark, and your spirit be as untamed as the Highland winds."

Lorna clutched the bow close, her imagination ignited with visions of grand adventures. "Can I shoot arrows like you and Da?"

Merida chuckled, her heart swelling with maternal warmth. "Aye, little archer. We'll teach you, and soon you'll be the bravest archer in all the Highlands."

The family indulged in the delights of the picnic, surrounded by the beauty of the meadow that had witnessed the pivotal moments of Merida's life. Y/N, sensing Merida's reflective mood, leaned in to whisper, "This place has seen quite the transformation, hasn't it?"

Merida nodded, her eyes glancing at the ancient stones that held the echoes of her journey. "Aye, Y/N. From a rebellious princess to a queen with a family of her own."

Their musings were accompanied by the sounds of laughter as Lorna, eager to join the festivities, attempted to mimic drawing an arrow from an imaginary quiver on her back.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the Highland meadow, Merida gathered her family close. "Let's make a wish,."

Each family member closed their eyes, whispering their hopes to the gentle winds that carried them across the hills and valleys of DunBroch. The echoes of their shared dreams created a symphony that resonated through the very stones beneath them.

With the picnic drawing to a close, Y/N and Merida shared a tender glance, their hearts aligned in the beauty of the present and the promises of the future.

"It's like we've come full circle, isn't it?" Y/N remarked as they prepared to leave the clearing.

Merida nodded, her gaze lingering on the stones and the memories they held. "Aye, and it's a circle filled with love, laughter, and the strength of family."

As the family made their way back to the castle, the Highland winds carried with them the stories of bravery, love, and the enduring spirit that would forever define the legacy of Queen Merida and Lord Y/N.

Thank you for reading.