When Cinder and Cress had turned 60, they had retired from the palace and politics. They had settled down on Earth, in the countryside of the Eastern Commonwealth, in a more rural area. They still kept in contact with their friends, of course, and their daughter who stayed on Luna (Peony was the queen, but was quickly working on dismantling the monarchy, picking up where Cinder had left off). The area was rural enough that not everyone recognized them instantly, and they were mainly left in peace. It was a lovely cottage, with a huge weeping willow tree that locals had told them was older than they were. Cress had immediately taken to the old tree, planting flowers all around it. She would drag Cinder with her and make her flower crowns, even if her hands sometimes would shake. They would have picnics under the leaves, or just sit quietly and read.
They spent their other days together, sometimes shopping for groceries, their hands clasped together, or watching net-dramas, sometimes com