Calix and I spend our honeymoon in the City of the Broken, on my insistence. The deceased
King’s refusal to let me enter the palace has led to my obsession with it and I couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world that I would prefer to be.
I see citizens all around me, holding hands with their loved ones, laughing with friends, Smiley’s and Pro-Despair members conversing with each other. The city feels safe and free.
Most citizens still wear all black and embrace misery with both hands, but blotches of colour appear here and there and no one is afraid to laugh or smile anymore. They chose this life, as I chose mine.