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After I met Sherlock’s parents and brother, news traveled quick through the kingdom, and well, you can imagine what happened next.
The kingdom rejoiced, for their lost prince had returned. Like they had celebrated Sherlock’s eighteenth birthday, the celebration they threw for his return was even bigger and better than before. The party lasted an entire week and, honestly, I don’t remember most of it.
I do know, however, that dreams came true all over the place. Sally, barkeep of The Yard, had come to an agreement with Mycroft and Lestrade (with special help from me, thank you very much), and her shady little bar bloomed with many new customers once word got out that she aided the lost prince in his adventure home. She had all the greedy drunks she could ask for and more, but of course, she never booted her regulars, no matter how many red-nosed tourists came for some of her famous amber ale. After I returned her horse, along with the money she’d gained from her newfound popularity, she felt that all of the personal debts I owed her had been paid, and as it stands now, we’re on good terms.
Most of the kingdom’s crime disappeared overnight, which, again, might have something to do with me, as well as the disappearance of the Sherrington brothers. I won’t scare you with the gruesome details of what happened to them, but just know that neither of them will be a problem anymore.
As Sherlock moved into the castle, he brought Pascal with him, though he did have to tell the dusty skull that he was no longer his only friend. I don’t think Pascal seemed to mind, as his skeleton grin never told me otherwise.
At last, Sherlock was home, and he had finally found a real family. He adorned his crown, the crown that had brought us so much trouble, and cast quite a sight in it, if I do say so. He was a prince worth waiting for. Beloved by all, he led his kingdom with all the grace and wisdom that his parents did before him.
And, as for me, well, I started going by John again, stopped thieving and basically turned it all around, but I know what the big question is: Did Sherlock and I ever get married? Well, I’m pleased to tell you that after years and years of asking and asking and asking, I finally said yes.
John…
All right, I asked him.
And we’re living happily ever after.
Yes, we are.