Dear Reader,
If you've made it this far...
Thank you.
When I first met Night Carter, she was stubborn, frightened, sarcastic, and entirely convinced that love was the sort of thing that happened to other people. Jordan Files, on the other hand, walked into the story with frozen eyes, impossible confidence, and enough arrogance to make an entire room roll its collective eyes.
Neither of them knew they were about to collide with history.
This was never meant to be only a love story.
It became one.
But beneath every stolen kiss, every argument, every courtroom speech, and every impossible choice, another question quietly waited.
Who gets to decide what is true?
History has an unsettling habit of belonging to those powerful enough to write it. Sometimes, the lies we inherit are so old that they begin to resemble common sense. We stop questioning them. We build our lives around them. We punish people because of them.
Until one day...
Someone asks for proof.
Night and Jordan were never extraordinary because they fell in love.
People fall in love every day.
They were extraordinary because, when fear demanded they betray each other to survive, they refused.
That choice cost others before them everything.
Maren.
Darien.
Frodo.
Jean.
Furla.
Some names become legends.
Others disappear into footnotes.
This story wanted to remember all of them.
If there is one thing I hope lingers after you've turned this final page, it is this:
Question the stories that ask you to fear another human being.
Question traditions that survive only because no one dares to examine them.
And never underestimate the quiet courage of someone who simply tells the truth.
The revolutions that change the world rarely begin with armies.
Sometimes they begin with two people refusing to let go of each other's hands.
Thank you for walking through World of The White Colony with me.
Thank you for believing in Night.
Thank you for believing in Jordan.
Perhaps, somewhere beyond these pages, Night is still getting goosebumps from Jordan materializing in that characteristic indifference , Beth is still complaining about being an unwilling audience to romance, Peach is still bubbly in her pink hair , and Percy Network is still terrifying powerful people with nothing more than a stack of papers.
As for me...
I'll meet you again in another story.
Until then,
Stay curious.
Stay kind.
And whenever history tells you that love is something to fear...
Ask who wrote the history.
With gratitude,
King Mariann.