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Constance stood in the garden, looking at the familiar place that she had seen in the memories, and soon she came to realize that those were not just memories. The memories in her mind that had been protected for so long slowly came to reveal in front of her eyes and the back of her mind.
She walked towards the castle, her footsteps careful while realizing what Michael had done. As the memories rushed, her footsteps turned faster, and she quickly found a boy sitting on the grassy area.
Already having heard a lot about the current Hawthrone castle, Constance walked towards the little one who sat with a black wolf. Sensing Constance’s presence, the wolf lightly growled from where it was, but when it came towards her, it started to wag its tail, and it let out a growl like bark as if sensing the scent of familiarity.
“Where are you going?” asked Morven to the wolf, and he caught sight of a woman in a white robe. He stared at her. The little boy was intelligent enough to map the woman’s face whose portrait was in the hall.
Both Morven, as well as Constance, walked towards each other. Regaining all her memories back, Constance could hardly believe that this boy was her grandson. He was so small, and he reminded her of her own son, the boy’s father.
“I-is that you, grandma Constance?” asked Morven, his red eyes looking at her.
He was adorable, thought Constance in her mind, and she nodded her head. “It is me. You must be Morven,” she spoke to the boy, her voice gentle and sweet for one who heard her voice.
This time Morven nodded his small head, “My wish came true,” he said as if acknowledging the thought.
Constance bent before she sat down to meet his height, her eyes taking in the boy and a smile on her lips, “Happy birthday, little Morven. I hope you will be well protected and grow into a wise King just like your father,” she wished him. Leaning forward, she kissed the boy’s forehead.
She brought a flower in front of her and asked, “What is your favourite colour?”
Morven looked at the white flower, and for a second, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, he said, “Red.” Soon the flower changed its colour, and Morven’s eyes grew excited by this little trick.
While Constance and Morven were in the garden of the castle, Odin, who was on his way to babysit the little prince, stopped in his tracks when he noticed a woman sitting in front of Morven. He wondered if they had other guests today and what was with those white robes-
His eyes went wide, and he leaned to the side, realizing who the person was with prince Morven. Odin couldn’t help but have tears in his eyes by seeing the Lady had returned. Not knowing if she was here for only a little time, he sniffed and wiped his face before running to where his Master was.
“Master! Master!” Odin’s voice echoed through the corridors of the castle.
The servants were quick to move aside because Odin was running in speed, looking for Vladimir from one room to the next one. Where was his Master? Odin realized that he could apparate, and he quickly reached where Vladimir was with Madeline, Lucy and Beth.
“MASTER!” Odin shouted in excitement, and everyone turned startled. “T-there, the outside…”
Vladimir didn’t know what Odin was speaking about, “What are you talking about, Odin? Where is the boy?” he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
“S-she, she is here. The wish,” came the breathless words from the Devil’s faithful servant, and Vladimir disappeared in thin air.
“Let me find, Cal,” whispered Madeline before running out of the room.
Beth frowned, helping Lucy to stand up and walking along with her while her sister had gone to find the King.
“Cal!” Madeline called him, and within a blink of an eye, he was near her. “The wish Morven wished for. I think Michael granted it and Vladimir went to the garden.”
The people who were around were quick to follow them by stepping out of the castle.
Calhoun could feel the rise of his heart beating and his eyes frantically looking for his mother. When his eyes finally fell on her, his footsteps slowed down, taking in her appearance. Vladimir was already there, and he was speaking to her. He couldn’t believe his eyes, to think that his mother was back in the living world.
When he got closer, Constance’s eyes shifted to look at him, meeting gazes with each other and the smile on her face widened. Constance left Vladimir’s side, walking in the direction of her son before they came to stand in front of her.
“We finally met again,” said Constance, her eyes brimming with tears and Calhoun, who would never cry for anything, his eyes moistened.
“So we do. Tell me you are here for good,” Calhoun was selfish when it came to things and people who belonged to him, and he wanted her to be here.
Constance brought her hand up, placing her hand on the side of his cheek, and she c.a.r.e.s.sed her son’s face. He had grown up so big, and had turned into a fine man and now had a family of his own. A family that had not been complete in the past.
“I am here to stay,” she replied to him with a warm smile. “Someone told me that this is my rightful place, to live with everyone.”
Calhoun stepped forward and put his arms around his mother, hugging her. “I am happy to hear that.” It wasn’t Vladimir who had made Morven wish for his mother to come, but it was him who had put the idea in his son’s head. “Welcome back, mother.”
Constance was happy to see that her son was doing better than before. Before she had passed away, she had seen the misery and anguish in his eyes, the inability of him to help her had driven him towards pain. And it had broken her heart seeing him like that. He had been forced to grow up faster than the others, his childhood was stolen away from him.
Pulling away from the hug, Constance said, “I am very proud of you, Cal. You turned perfectly well.”
Calhoun caught his mother’s hand, smiling at her and said, “I have someone I want you to meet,” and he turned around.
Constance turned with her son, looking at the young woman, who stood not too far away from them.
Madeline was quick to bow her head to show her respect and greet Calhoun’s mother, “It is good to have you back, Lady Constance.”
The woman smiled, leaving Calhoun’s side and going to hug Madeline. “Thank you for standing next to him. I know it might not have been easy, but thank you for being there,” said Constance. Madeline couldn’t help but smile at Constance’s words.
“Let me tell the maids to get your room ready and the clothes prepared for you,” replied Madeline before calling the maid and ordering the things to be done.
Soon Constance was introduced to the other people of the family. Once she had changed into a gown, everyone moved into the dining room to have tea and biscuits. Calhoun looked at the people who were at the table, where his mother sat next to Lady Monique, catching up on their lost time. Theodore and Lucy sat with their daughter Lillie and right next to Lucy sat Mr. and Mrs. Harris before being followed by the archangels and the Devil with Odin, who had stayed back to enjoy the company.
The people in the chair had changed over the years, replaced to the one’s who had turned out to be part of his family.
Madeline, who was sitting next to Calhoun, felt him reach for her hand and squeeze it that made her smile. She turned to look at her handsome husband, “I was thinking about getting the painter here. We can have everyone in the portrait.”
Calhoun nodded, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the back of her hand, “Anything for you.”
