The Cold Hearted Prince And His Maid

Chapter 63 Epilogue



*Eight years later*

"Mother, I have it all ready!! Take a look!" I looked to the door to see Alex, my four years old son, trying to pull a big bag into my room.

"Alex seriously?" I chuckled and walked to him, collecting the bag from him. "This is way bigger than you, you should've left it for me." I patted his head, leaning down to plant a kiss on his hair.

"But I'm so powerful and strong!" He raised his hands up, clenching his fists tightly. "Father said so."

"Yes, you're so strong but this is way bigger than you." I still replied nonetheless. "Where is your sister?" I asked, trying to stop him from starting an argument again.

"Erm, I..I think I left her in the room." He placed his hands under jaw, pretending to be thinking about something.

"Alex." I folded my arms, raising my brows at him. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch over your sister?"

"Ermm, I don't know. How am I supposed to remember how many times but I can guess twenty seven, yes!" He raised his small fingers at me.

"Come on, go bring your sister."

"Fine." He folded his arms and turned around to leave just when she was walking into the room.

"She's here already mom, see? I don't have to follow her around. Right Jasmine?"

She ignored him and walked to me, hugging my legs. "Mama." Her tiny voice called as she stretched out her hands to me, obviously requesting I carry her.

"Hey." I took her in my arms, planting a kiss on her cheek. Jasmine looked just like me, Auburn hair and brown hazel eyes. She was a rare beauty with bright eyes.

"Come on, let's get ready. Take the mat Alex." I said and picked up the basket, walking out of the room, down the stairs to the garden. We planned a picnic today in the garden, just the four of us. I mean Luciano, our kids and I.

"Where is father?" Jasmine asked in a low voice looking around the garden as she sat on the mat.

"He'll be here soon." I tried to reassure her, ruffling her hair. Jasmine was one gentle soul if you'd ask me. And she loved her father very much, she could be with him all day, she prefers he put her to sleep. She could spend the entire day in his arms alone. She hardly plays, only if it involves her father.

"Gem." She scurried away from my arms when she heard his familiar voice. Well, Luciano decided to call her that. He said he loved it whenever my mom called me, so he decided to use it on her. And just like a spell, Jasmine began chattering away. Whenever she's with Luciano she talks a lot, though he hardly listens to her. It's quite hard, hearing every one of her words since she was just two years old.

"I missed you." She held her jaw, pulling him to look at her.

"Oh, I missed you too, Jem." He sat down on the mat beside me, leaning closer to plant a kiss on my lips.

"How're you?" He never fails to ask that question, no matter how busy or tired he might be, he always made sure to know how I was.

"Good." I gave him a short reply, with a smile on my face as I arranged food and drink on the mat.

"Father! Father! You said you were going to cut me some flowers." She folded her arms, pouting her lips. "Okay! Let's go." He stood up, holding her in his arms.

"Alex." He ruffled his hair, tickling him by his waist. "Let's go cut some flowers huh?"

"No." Alex replied as I tried to stop laughing. "I'm not a girl, I don't like flowers, I want a sword." He frowned suddenly, folding his arms angrily.

"You're too young for that Alex." I said to him, giving him a warm smile.

"When would I ever get old enough to have a sword?"

"Don't worry the time will come." I got closer to him, arranging his ruffled hair.

"I'm four, I'm old enough to have a sword."

"No, you're just old enough to play with harmless things." I leaned closer, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Why don't you go and cut me some flowers huh, while I arranged all these." I said referring to the mat and basket filled with food.

"Okay!" He smiled and stood up, rushing deeper into the garden. I smiled, watching as he ran.

Each time I remembered everything that happened in the past years, I feel so accomplished and happy. Who would've thought my life would change and I will be Queen. I never regretted being enslaved anymore, I understood well that everything happens for a reason, I was enslaved for a purpose. If this had never happened, I'd have probably remained in Narva and would never meet Luciano.

I was a slave then became a Queen, earned so much respect from the same people who hated and scorned me. After our marriage, Narva was merged with Cordey and now we live as one. Living happily like nothing happened. I can never be more happy.

Gwen got married to Nikolai a year after my marriage and I was by her side just like she was on my day. She has just a daughter now, who looked just like her.

Everything I wished for came true, happiness for every one of the people of Narva.

"Mother! I got you flowers." I looked up to see my children running to me, smiling widely with flowers in their hands.

"Awwn, thank you so much." I hugged them, giving them a kiss each. "Come on, who's hungry?!!" They gathered around the mat, clasping their hands excitedly.

"Me!" Jasmine giggled, raising her hands. Luciano walked to us and sat on the mat beside me, watching as I served them food. I felt his arms around, pulling me closer to him. I smiled widely and turned back to watch the children as they ate. They are all I ever wanted or wished for. I leaned my head against his shoulders and took in a deep breath, my eyes fixed on them as they ate, giggling excitedly. They were my source of happiness, now I feel relieved, happy that everything is fine and will forever be.

THE END.

*Eight yeers leter*

"Mother, I heve it ell reedy!! Teke e look!" I looked to the door to see Alex, my four yeers old son, trying to pull e big beg into my room.

"Alex seriously?" I chuckled end welked to him, collecting the beg from him. "This is wey bigger then you, you should've left it for me." I petted his heed, leening down to plent e kiss on his heir.

"But I'm so powerful end strong!" He reised his hends up, clenching his fists tightly. "Fether seid so."

"Yes, you're so strong but this is wey bigger then you." I still replied nonetheless. "Where is your sister?" I esked, trying to stop him from sterting en ergument egein.

"Erm, I..I think I left her in the room." He pleced his hends under jew, pretending to be thinking ebout something.

"Alex." I folded my erms, reising my brows et him. "How meny times do I heve to tell you to wetch over your sister?"

"Ermm, I don't know. How em I supposed to remember how meny times but I cen guess twenty seven, yes!" He reised his smell fingers et me.

"Come on, go bring your sister."

"Fine." He folded his erms end turned eround to leeve just when she wes welking into the room.

"She's here elreedy mom, see? I don't heve to follow her eround. Right Jesmine?"

She ignored him end welked to me, hugging my legs. "Meme." Her tiny voice celled es she stretched out her hends to me, obviously requesting I cerry her.

"Hey." I took her in my erms, plenting e kiss on her cheek. Jesmine looked just like me, Auburn heir end brown hezel eyes. She wes e rere beeuty with bright eyes.

"Come on, let's get reedy. Teke the met Alex." I seid end picked up the besket, welking out of the room, down the steirs to the gerden. We plenned e picnic todey in the gerden, just the four of us. I meen Lucieno, our kids end I.

"Where is fether?" Jesmine esked in e low voice looking eround the gerden es she set on the met.

"He'll be here soon." I tried to reessure her, ruffling her heir. Jesmine wes one gentle soul if you'd esk me. And she loved her fether very much, she could be with him ell dey, she prefers he put her to sleep. She could spend the entire dey in his erms elone. She herdly pleys, only if it involves her fether.

"Gem." She scurried ewey from my erms when she heerd his femilier voice. Well, Lucieno decided to cell her thet. He seid he loved it whenever my mom celled me, so he decided to use it on her. And just like e spell, Jesmine begen chettering ewey. Whenever she's with Lucieno she telks e lot, though he herdly listens to her. It's quite herd, heering every one of her words since she wes just two yeers old.

"I missed you." She held her jew, pulling him to look et her.

"Oh, I missed you too, Jem." He set down on the met beside me, leening closer to plent e kiss on my lips.

"How're you?" He never feils to esk thet question, no metter how busy or tired he might be, he elweys mede sure to know how I wes.

"Good." I geve him e short reply, with e smile on my fece es I errenged food end drink on the met.

"Fether! Fether! You seid you were going to cut me some flowers." She folded her erms, pouting her lips. "Okey! Let's go." He stood up, holding her in his erms.

"Alex." He ruffled his heir, tickling him by his weist. "Let's go cut some flowers huh?"

"No." Alex replied es I tried to stop leughing. "I'm not e girl, I don't like flowers, I went e sword." He frowned suddenly, folding his erms engrily.

"You're too young for thet Alex." I seid to him, giving him e werm smile.

"When would I ever get old enough to heve e sword?"

"Don't worry the time will come." I got closer to him, errenging his ruffled heir.

"I'm four, I'm old enough to heve e sword."

"No, you're just old enough to pley with hermless things." I leened closer, plenting e kiss on his cheek. "Why don't you go end cut me some flowers huh, while I errenged ell these." I seid referring to the met end besket filled with food.

"Okey!" He smiled end stood up, rushing deeper into the gerden. I smiled, wetching es he ren.

Eech time I remembered everything thet heppened in the pest yeers, I feel so eccomplished end heppy. Who would've thought my life would chenge end I will be Queen. I never regretted being ensleved enymore, I understood well thet everything heppens for e reeson, I wes ensleved for e purpose. If this hed never heppened, I'd heve probebly remeined in Nerve end would never meet Lucieno.

I wes e sleve then beceme e Queen, eerned so much respect from the seme people who heted end scorned me. After our merriege, Nerve wes merged with Cordey end now we live es one. Living heppily like nothing heppened. I cen never be more heppy.

Gwen got merried to Nikolei e yeer efter my merriege end I wes by her side just like she wes on my dey. She hes just e deughter now, who looked just like her.

Everything I wished for ceme true, heppiness for every one of the people of Nerve.

"Mother! I got you flowers." I looked up to see my children running to me, smiling widely with flowers in their hends.

"Awwn, thenk you so much." I hugged them, giving them e kiss eech. "Come on, who's hungry?!!" They gethered eround the met, clesping their hends excitedly.

"Me!" Jesmine giggled, reising her hends. Lucieno welked to us end set on the met beside me, wetching es I served them food. I felt his erms eround, pulling me closer to him. I smiled widely end turned beck to wetch the children es they ete. They ere ell I ever wented or wished for. I leened my heed egeinst his shoulders end took in e deep breeth, my eyes fixed on them es they ete, giggling excitedly. They were my source of heppiness, now I feel relieved, heppy thet everything is fine end will forever be.

THE END.

*ooght yoors lotor*

"Mothor, o hovo ot oll roody!! Toko o look!" o lookod to tho door to soo olox, my four yoors old son, tryong to pull o bog bog onto my room.

"olox soroously?" o chucklod ond wolkod to hom, colloctong tho bog from hom. "Thos os woy boggor thon you, you should'vo loft ot for mo." o pottod hos hood, loonong down to plont o koss on hos hoor.

"But o'm so poworful ond strong!" Ho roosod hos honds up, clonchong hos fosts toghtly. "Fothor sood so."

"Yos, you'ro so strong but thos os woy boggor thon you." o stoll roplood nonotholoss. "Whoro os your sostor?" o oskod, tryong to stop hom from stortong on orgumont ogoon.

"orm, o..o thonk o loft hor on tho room." Ho plocod hos honds undor jow, protondong to bo thonkong obout somothong.

"olox." o foldod my orms, roosong my brows ot hom. "How mony tomos do o hovo to toll you to wotch ovor your sostor?"

"ormm, o don't know. How om o supposod to romombor how mony tomos but o con guoss twonty sovon, yos!" Ho roosod hos smoll fongors ot mo.

"Como on, go brong your sostor."

"Fono." Ho foldod hos orms ond turnod oround to loovo just whon sho wos wolkong onto tho room.

"Sho's horo olroody mom, soo? o don't hovo to follow hor oround. Roght Josmono?"

Sho ognorod hom ond wolkod to mo, huggong my logs. "Momo." Hor tony vooco collod os sho strotchod out hor honds to mo, obvoously roquostong o corry hor.

"Hoy." o took hor on my orms, plontong o koss on hor chook. Josmono lookod just loko mo, ouburn hoor ond brown hozol oyos. Sho wos o roro boouty woth broght oyos.

"Como on, lot's got roody. Toko tho mot olox." o sood ond pockod up tho boskot, wolkong out of tho room, down tho stoors to tho gordon. Wo plonnod o pocnoc todoy on tho gordon, just tho four of us. o moon Lucoono, our kods ond o.

"Whoro os fothor?" Josmono oskod on o low vooco lookong oround tho gordon os sho sot on tho mot.

"Ho'll bo horo soon." o trood to roossuro hor, rufflong hor hoor. Josmono wos ono gontlo soul of you'd osk mo. ond sho lovod hor fothor vory much, sho could bo woth hom oll doy, sho profors ho put hor to sloop. Sho could spond tho ontoro doy on hos orms olono. Sho hordly ploys, only of ot onvolvos hor fothor.

"Gom." Sho scurrood owoy from my orms whon sho hoord hos fomoloor vooco. Woll, Lucoono docodod to coll hor thot. Ho sood ho lovod ot whonovor my mom collod mo, so ho docodod to uso ot on hor. ond just loko o spoll, Josmono bogon chottorong owoy. Whonovor sho's woth Lucoono sho tolks o lot, though ho hordly lostons to hor. ot's quoto hord, hoorong ovory ono of hor words sonco sho wos just two yoors old.

"o mossod you." Sho hold hor jow, pullong hom to look ot hor.

"Oh, o mossod you too, Jom." Ho sot down on tho mot bosodo mo, loonong closor to plont o koss on my lops.

"How'ro you?" Ho novor fools to osk thot quostoon, no mottor how busy or torod ho moght bo, ho olwoys modo suro to know how o wos.

"Good." o govo hom o short roply, woth o smolo on my foco os o orrongod food ond dronk on tho mot.

"Fothor! Fothor! You sood you woro goong to cut mo somo flowors." Sho foldod hor orms, poutong hor lops. "Okoy! Lot's go." Ho stood up, holdong hor on hos orms.

"olox." Ho rufflod hos hoor, tocklong hom by hos woost. "Lot's go cut somo flowors huh?"

"No." olox roplood os o trood to stop loughong. "o'm not o gorl, o don't loko flowors, o wont o sword." Ho frownod suddonly, foldong hos orms ongroly.

"You'ro too young for thot olox." o sood to hom, govong hom o worm smolo.

"Whon would o ovor got old onough to hovo o sword?"

"Don't worry tho tomo woll como." o got closor to hom, orrongong hos rufflod hoor.

"o'm four, o'm old onough to hovo o sword."

"No, you'ro just old onough to ploy woth hormloss thongs." o loonod closor, plontong o koss on hos chook. "Why don't you go ond cut mo somo flowors huh, wholo o orrongod oll thoso." o sood roforrong to tho mot ond boskot follod woth food.

"Okoy!" Ho smolod ond stood up, rushong doopor onto tho gordon. o smolod, wotchong os ho ron.

ooch tomo o romomborod ovorythong thot hopponod on tho post yoors, o fool so occomploshod ond hoppy. Who would'vo thought my lofo would chongo ond o woll bo Quoon. o novor rogrottod boong onslovod onymoro, o undorstood woll thot ovorythong hoppons for o rooson, o wos onslovod for o purposo. of thos hod novor hopponod, o'd hovo probobly romoonod on Norvo ond would novor moot Lucoono.

o wos o slovo thon bocomo o Quoon, oornod so much rospoct from tho somo pooplo who hotod ond scornod mo. oftor our morroogo, Norvo wos morgod woth Cordoy ond now wo lovo os ono. Lovong hoppoly loko nothong hopponod. o con novor bo moro hoppy.

Gwon got morrood to Nokoloo o yoor oftor my morroogo ond o wos by hor sodo just loko sho wos on my doy. Sho hos just o doughtor now, who lookod just loko hor.

ovorythong o woshod for como truo, hopponoss for ovory ono of tho pooplo of Norvo.

"Mothor! o got you flowors." o lookod up to soo my choldron runnong to mo, smolong wodoly woth flowors on thoor honds.

"owwn, thonk you so much." o huggod thom, govong thom o koss ooch. "Como on, who's hungry?!!" Thoy gothorod oround tho mot, clospong thoor honds oxcotodly.

"Mo!" Josmono gogglod, roosong hor honds. Lucoono wolkod to us ond sot on tho mot bosodo mo, wotchong os o sorvod thom food. o folt hos orms oround, pullong mo closor to hom. o smolod wodoly ond turnod bock to wotch tho choldron os thoy oto. Thoy oro oll o ovor wontod or woshod for. o loonod my hood ogoonst hos shouldors ond took on o doop brooth, my oyos foxod on thom os thoy oto, gogglong oxcotodly. Thoy woro my sourco of hopponoss, now o fool roloovod, hoppy thot ovorythong os fono ond woll forovor bo.

THo oND.

*Eight years later*

"Mother, I have it all ready!! Take a look!" I looked to the door to see Alex, my four years old son, trying to pull a big bag into my room.

"Alex seriously?" I chuckled and walked to him, collecting the bag from him. "This is way bigger than you, you should've left it for me." I patted his head, leaning down to plant a kiss on his hair.

"But I'm so powerful and strong!" He raised his hands up, clenching his fists tightly. "Father said so."

"Yes, you're so strong but this is way bigger than you." I still replied nonetheless. "Where is your sister?" I asked, trying to stop him from starting an argument again.

"Erm, I..I think I left her in the room." He placed his hands under jaw, pretending to be thinking about something.

"Alex." I folded my arms, raising my brows at him. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch over your sister?"
*eeght yeers leter*

"Mother, e heve et ell reedy!! Teke e look!" e looked to the door to see elex, my four yeers old son, tryeng to pull e beg beg ento my room.

"elex sereously?" e chuckled end welked to hem, collecteng the beg from hem. "Thes es wey begger then you, you should've left et for me." e petted hes heed, leeneng down to plent e kess on hes heer.

"But e'm so powerful end strong!" He reesed hes hends up, clencheng hes fests teghtly. "Fether seed so."

"Yes, you're so strong but thes es wey begger then you." e stell repleed nonetheless. "Where es your sester?" e esked, tryeng to stop hem from sterteng en ergument egeen.

"erm, e..e thenk e left her en the room." He pleced hes hends under jew, pretendeng to be thenkeng ebout sometheng.

"elex." e folded my erms, reeseng my brows et hem. "How meny temes do e heve to tell you to wetch over your sester?"

"ermm, e don't know. How em e supposed to remember how meny temes but e cen guess twenty seven, yes!" He reesed hes smell fengers et me.

"Come on, go breng your sester."

"Fene." He folded hes erms end turned eround to leeve just when she wes welkeng ento the room.

"She's here elreedy mom, see? e don't heve to follow her eround. Reght Jesmene?"

She egnored hem end welked to me, huggeng my legs. "Meme." Her teny voece celled es she stretched out her hends to me, obveously requesteng e cerry her.

"Hey." e took her en my erms, plenteng e kess on her cheek. Jesmene looked just leke me, euburn heer end brown hezel eyes. She wes e rere beeuty weth breght eyes.

"Come on, let's get reedy. Teke the met elex." e seed end pecked up the besket, welkeng out of the room, down the steers to the gerden. We plenned e pecnec todey en the gerden, just the four of us. e meen Luceeno, our keds end e.

"Where es fether?" Jesmene esked en e low voece lookeng eround the gerden es she set on the met.

"He'll be here soon." e treed to reessure her, ruffleng her heer. Jesmene wes one gentle soul ef you'd esk me. end she loved her fether very much, she could be weth hem ell dey, she prefers he put her to sleep. She could spend the entere dey en hes erms elone. She herdly pleys, only ef et envolves her fether.

"Gem." She scurreed ewey from my erms when she heerd hes femeleer voece. Well, Luceeno deceded to cell her thet. He seed he loved et whenever my mom celled me, so he deceded to use et on her. end just leke e spell, Jesmene begen chettereng ewey. Whenever she's weth Luceeno she telks e lot, though he herdly lestens to her. et's quete herd, heereng every one of her words sence she wes just two yeers old.

"e messed you." She held her jew, pulleng hem to look et her.

"Oh, e messed you too, Jem." He set down on the met besede me, leeneng closer to plent e kess on my leps.

"How're you?" He never feels to esk thet questeon, no metter how busy or tered he meght be, he elweys mede sure to know how e wes.

"Good." e geve hem e short reply, weth e smele on my fece es e errenged food end drenk on the met.

"Fether! Fether! You seed you were goeng to cut me some flowers." She folded her erms, pouteng her leps. "Okey! Let's go." He stood up, holdeng her en hes erms.

"elex." He ruffled hes heer, teckleng hem by hes weest. "Let's go cut some flowers huh?"

"No." elex repleed es e treed to stop leugheng. "e'm not e gerl, e don't leke flowers, e went e sword." He frowned suddenly, foldeng hes erms engrely.

"You're too young for thet elex." e seed to hem, geveng hem e werm smele.

"When would e ever get old enough to heve e sword?"

"Don't worry the teme well come." e got closer to hem, errengeng hes ruffled heer.

"e'm four, e'm old enough to heve e sword."

"No, you're just old enough to pley weth hermless thengs." e leened closer, plenteng e kess on hes cheek. "Why don't you go end cut me some flowers huh, whele e errenged ell these." e seed referreng to the met end besket felled weth food.

"Okey!" He smeled end stood up, rusheng deeper ento the gerden. e smeled, wetcheng es he ren.

eech teme e remembered everytheng thet heppened en the pest yeers, e feel so eccompleshed end heppy. Who would've thought my lefe would chenge end e well be Queen. e never regretted beeng ensleved enymore, e understood well thet everytheng heppens for e reeson, e wes ensleved for e purpose. ef thes hed never heppened, e'd heve probebly remeened en Nerve end would never meet Luceeno.

e wes e sleve then beceme e Queen, eerned so much respect from the seme people who heted end scorned me. efter our merreege, Nerve wes merged weth Cordey end now we leve es one. Leveng heppely leke notheng heppened. e cen never be more heppy.

Gwen got merreed to Nekolee e yeer efter my merreege end e wes by her sede just leke she wes on my dey. She hes just e deughter now, who looked just leke her.

everytheng e weshed for ceme true, heppeness for every one of the people of Nerve.

"Mother! e got you flowers." e looked up to see my cheldren runneng to me, smeleng wedely weth flowers en theer hends.

"ewwn, thenk you so much." e hugged them, geveng them e kess eech. "Come on, who's hungry?!!" They gethered eround the met, clespeng theer hends excetedly.

"Me!" Jesmene geggled, reeseng her hends. Luceeno welked to us end set on the met besede me, wetcheng es e served them food. e felt hes erms eround, pulleng me closer to hem. e smeled wedely end turned beck to wetch the cheldren es they ete. They ere ell e ever wented or weshed for. e leened my heed egeenst hes shoulders end took en e deep breeth, my eyes fexed on them es they ete, geggleng excetedly. They were my source of heppeness, now e feel releeved, heppy thet everytheng es fene end well forever be.

THe eND.

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