Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 343: Forever

Six Years Later.

The garden was alive with laughter, children’s voices ringing through the warm afternoon air. Ave knelt among the flowers in their garden, carefully picking blossoms and placing them in her basket like she did every afternoon when the kids played in the background. She hummed softly, the melody blending with the rustling leaves and distant birdsong.

A small hand darted into her basket, snatching a flower before she could see it. Quick as a whisper, Ian turned on his heel, about to run off when Ave reached out, catching his wrist with practiced ease.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," she said, amusement dancing in her voice as she pulled him back. It wasn’t the first time this afternoon he had come to grab a flower and run off. He’d done it a few times now, and she’d ignored it until he had almost taken everything in the basket.

Her husband liked the flowers, and she always picked them and took them to his study to place in the pot beside the window. It was a rare flower with a powerful fragrance, but her son had almost taken everything she had picked.

Ian didn’t look at her as she held him back. Instead, his unique eyes, one amber, one blue, were locked on something in the distance, his expression unreadable.

Ian was growing remarkably fast and tall. He had started walking straight at the age of one, and at two, he could speak smoothly. There were days he would tell her he had dreamt of another world and that she and Dad had been there to read a story to him. He would talk about things she knew he had experienced when he was Ian in the modern world, but they only came to him in dreams.

However, unlike in the modern world, her son had uncles and aunties who doted on him and pampered him. He didn’t act like he was a grown man who wanted to carry all of her responsibilities. She barely even had time to play with him. If he wasn’t with his father, trying to tire him out with curious questions, he would be with his cousins in their classes or in the garden playing.

Today, however, he wasn’t playing. He was up to something, as she had counted how many times he had run off and back again to take flowers.

Ave followed his line of sight, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Why aren’t you playing with your cousins?" she asked.

Thalia’s four-and-a-half-year-old daughter and Rylan and Celeste’s toddler were chasing each other nearby, their giggles filling the air. Rylan didn’t stay here and only came to Pendragon once in a while because of his wife’s homesickness. They lived in Banzai and had been married for three years now, with an almost two-year-old daughter who took after her mother with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Throughout the past years, their family kept getting bigger as each one of them got married. The kids came out here to play after their classes, and since Lucian was busy with royal affairs by this time of the day, Ave always liked to watch after them while she fixed her garden herself. Even though there were many servants to do it, she liked doing it. Sometimes she did it with Lucian, but today, she had made sure he wouldn’t slip away from his duty to come and stay with her.

You’d think with the years they had been married, he would stop being clingy. No, in fact, he had become more clingy than before. But not once did she find it annoying. She loved it when he sought her out every minute of the day, when he stole kisses from her in public and then pretended he had not done anything, when he would send a letter through their son to deliver to her and then ask her to write back to him.

She brought her attention back to her son, who had been drifting in and out, picking flowers and then disappearing again.

Ian cleared his throat, shifting his weight awkwardly. "I wanted to make her smile," he muttered.

Ave tilted her head. "Who?"

Ian finally turned to her, then flicked his gaze back toward the large tree at the edge of the garden. "Kadia," he said, his voice softer this time. "She isn’t playing with the others. She never plays. She’s just... staring at the birds and humming to them. Zalia said she is sad because she doesn’t have a mama like we do..." He said, referring to Zane’s talkative daughter, who would make up entertaining fake stories to tell her cousins.

"Is it true, Mama? Zalia said that Kadia’s mama was eaten by monsters when Kadia was born. I want to give her flowers to make her smile."

Ave shook her head. Zalia. That little girl could spin a tale. She wasn’t just a handful but also the most talkative little thing—the apple of her parents’ eyes. She could chatter all day without getting tired, and the surprising part? Every word that left her mouth was something she had made up in her own little head. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Zalia doesn’t know what she’s saying. Kadia’s mama is in a peaceful place where no one can reach her," Ave told him, stroking his hair.

Ian arched his brows. "You mean dead? You don’t have to hide it from me, Mama. I know what death is. Papa says Grandma is dead and in a peaceful place. Is that where Kadia’s mama is now?" He glanced toward the girl.

Ave stared at her son, shaking her head in silent amusement before following his gaze. There she was, the little girl with long, dark ebony hair, sitting beneath the tree, her back to them, her delicate face turned upward as she watched the fluttering wings above. She was just seven years old, and among the other children, she was the quiet one.

When Alden got married, oh yes, Alden married Nina just a year ago. It was quite a surprise to everyone when he announced their marriage, as many knew the first prince was never the marriageable type. But it seemed the time Nina had always spent in Pendragon with Kadia had brought them together.

Kale had never gotten married again. He lived his life with the memories of his wife and thought himself an incompetent father. He let his daughter stay in Pendragon with Nina. He had come only twice to visit her, and those times were on occasions he was invited to. One was Nina’s and Alden’s wedding, and another was when Nina gave birth. He never smiled, not even to his daughter. They only sat awkwardly until Kadia walked away from him.

Perhaps that had caused Kadia to grow into a quiet kid. She didn’t interact with anyone unless she was spoken to. Alden had taken her as his daughter, and the girl was quite free around him, but when he or Nina were not there, she sat alone. The more she grew, the more she looked like her mother.

Ave smiled at her son. "You want to make Kadia smile?"

Ian nodded, gripping the flower in his hand a little tighter.

Ave smoothed his tousled black hair, her heart swelling with warmth. "Did she smile when you gave her the flowers?"

Ian shrugged. "She only looks at me and takes them, then continues to watch the birds. Mama, I asked Uncle Orion to teach me how to hunt the birds so I can give them to her, but he says she won’t have them if I hunt them and harm them. Can you use your magic to make the birds come down to her so she can smile?"

"Hmm, let me think about it," Ave said, tapping her fingers to her lip. It was no secret to her son what she was and what his father was. None of the kids were kept in the dark about the other beings apart from humans. They knew of witches and the were-people, and there were times she used her powers in front of her son. She’d healed his wounds many times with it and also make sure she was with him and his father on every full moon nights.

"I will use my magic only if you let me hug and kiss you," she said, wiggling her brows at her son, who didn’t like being touched and hugged, and she used every opportunity to do just that to him. She watched him purse his lips, he didn’t like the idea, but he turned to look towards where Kadia was sitting, then back at her, then sighed heavily.

"Make it quick, Mama. Don’t let Zalia see us, or she will put it in her story and tell it to everyone. She likes to gossip, you know, just like every girl. Only Kadia is different."

Ave laughed as she pulled him into her arms and pressed a sounding kiss to his cheek. He grimaced and was about to pull away when Lucian came out of nowhere, knelt down, and pulled him into his own embrace.

"You never let me hug you, son. It’s not fair," Lucian said as he ruffled his son’s hair.

"Papa! Stop that! Men don’t need hugs and kisses," he grumbled but did not push away from his father’s embrace until Lucian moved back and laughed down at him.

"Men need hugs and kisses, son. Everyone needs affection, right, my love?" He turned to his wife, who was beaming at them.

"Right. Everyone needs affection."

Ian grimaced as he saw his parents giving each other that look they gave each other all day, where their eyes shimmered and they smiled in a silky way. Before they would forget he was there and kiss, he cleared his throat and said, "Mama, the magic. Do it for her. Wait, let me get to her side before you do it. I want to see her smile!" He ran away from them.

Lucian watched his son with narrowed eyes, then looked at his wife. "What is he up to? What am I missing?"

"Your son wants to make a girl smile. I think he has a thing for Kadia. Poor girl, I wish there was a way I could give her all the joy in the world," Ave said as she raised her hand and made the birds on the tree fly down, and they began to circle around Kadia’s head, chirping.

Kadia’s brown eyes widened as she got up as the birds began to circle her. She turned to Ian and then the birds, and for the first time since he’d been trying to get her attention, she spoke. "Look at the birds... it’s beautiful! Come here!" She pulled Ian’s hand and tugged him into the circle of birds. When one of them touched her nose with its wing, she giggled, catching Ian by surprise.

"It’s beautiful!" she exclaimed, swirling around the birds, holding Ian’s hand.

"Do you like them?" Ian asked, unable to contain his happiness at finally seeing her giggle for the first time. Though she was a year older than him, he was taller than her and could see the top of her head.

She nodded her head. "Aye. I have always wanted to touch the birds and fly like them. They are touching me now!"

Ian turned to look towards his parents, who were watching them tenderly. He saw as his mama made the birds touch Kadia as she liked, and she giggled even more. Then he turned to her and said, "I will make you smile from now on, Kadia."

"He is making promises now," Lucian clicked his tongue as he watched his son. "Don’t you think he is too young for that?"

"Not at all. I will gladly make the birds dance and chirp for her if it will make her smile. She deserves all the happiness in the world."

As Ian and Kadia twirled beneath the circling birds, laughter spilling from their lips like the sweetest melody, Lucian drew his wife into his arms, pressing her close. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, bathing them in gold, and the garden around them seemed to breathe with life.

Ave rested her head against his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. "Look at our son, Lucian. He’s growing so fast. I can’t believe that after everything we’ve been through, things are finally falling into place. The life we fought for is finally ours... I never want to lose it."

Lucian tightened his embrace, inhaling the scent of her hair. "I would fight for it again and again, my love. For you. For him. For this moment." His voice was rough with emotion as he tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of every promise he had ever made, every vow that still held true.

Ave smiled against his lips, her heart full. "Then let’s make a new promise, here, in this garden, under this sky."

Lucian pressed his forehead to hers. "Forever."

The wind carried their whispered vow through the garden, rustling the flowers, stirring the leaves, as if the very earth itself bore witness. Their son’s laughter blended with Kadia’s and the other children’s, the birds dancing above them, the sun setting in hues of fire and rose.

And at that moment, Lucian looked at his wife, at the life they had built, and knew, no matter the darkness that had once lived inside him, no matter the curse that had once tried to define him, this was his fate. This love, this family, this forever.

And so their story, woven with fate and time, found its perfect ending. Not in grand battles or whispered legends, but in the quiet promise of a love that would never fade.

THE END!

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