The End

In the wake of the passing century, the Fae Kingdom had gradually found solace amidst the ebb and flow of time. Peace had graced its enchanting lands once more, soothing the scars of past turmoil.

Though the destruction brought by the cursed one could not be fully reversed, the realm had found its solace with the spirit of hope.

Forgiveness, like the gentle whisper of spring winds, had found its way into the hearts of the faerie. They understood that the former royal family's fall was caused by the collective mistakes of the kingdom's civilians. With empathy and compassion, they embraced the notion of collective responsibility, recognizing that unity was the key to healing the wounds of the past.

Marina had married Silvanus shortly after graduating from the Archaios Hellas Academy, she embraced her role as a beacon of empathy as she was now a junior professor at the same academy.

Meanwhile, Aurelius assumed the mantle of head of family. His great-grandfather's powers had waned with age, but the legacy of spring's vitality now lived within him, invigorating the realm with newfound strength and prosperity as he was the strongest candidate among his kin.

Ambrose and Aurora, their hearts still haunted by the emptiness left in Madonia's wake, dedicated themselves to fulfilling her final wish. The weight of her words, etched upon their souls, kept them bound to their duties, ensuring the kingdom thrived under their guardianship. The bond they shared transcended time, as they upheld the virtues of love and kindness, safeguarding the legacy that Madonia had entrusted to them.

However, Madonia's name became a sacred secret, a forbidden spell that none dared to utter. It was as if speaking her name would summon the specter of pain that still lingered in their hearts, particularly in Ambrose's.

Her absence created an ethereal void that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of time, a palpable reminder of the profound love they had shared.

In the opulent halls of the Fae Kingdom, a new chapter unfolded in Ambrose's life. The weight of responsibility as the ruler rested heavily upon his shoulders, and with each passing day, the royal advisors became increasingly persistent in their pursuit of finding him a suitable match among the daughters of noble fae families.

Yet, Ambrose found himself caught in a tangle of emotions, unsure of how to navigate the delicate dance of diplomacy. He longed for Madonia so dearly and yet he was tied by the very faerie in those duties.

The endless stream of meetings with potential suitors left him weary, his heart aching for the presence of Madonia, a love he knew could never be replaced.

The nobles who arrived with their daughters would notice his lack of enthusiasm, his countenance akin to a beautifully sculpted statue, impassive and unmoved.

Seated with stoic grace, Ambrose always offered polite but distant courtesies, a clear indication that his heart remained untouched by their charms. He could not feign interest, nor could he mask the emptiness he felt in the depths of his soul.

His mind wandered to the memories he held dear—the laughter they had shared, the tender glances, the gentle touch of Madonia's hand in his. The echo of her voice, now a distant whisper, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of emotions he faced.

Under the grand royal tea-pavilion, the air was charged with a sense of anticipation, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of destiny. Ambrose sat with a resolute heart, determined to resist the persistent pressure of the royal advisors. Yet, fate had woven its threads intricately, and he found himself reluctantly agreeing to meet this last potential queen, for the sake of his duty to the kingdom.

When the faerie finally graced the entrance to the pavilion, time seemed to halt. Ambrose's breath hitched in his throat, and for a moment, the world spun around him in a kaleidoscope of emotions.

There, before him, stood a vision from the past—a faerie with the same enchanting eyes that once held him captive, the same cascading hair, and the same smile that could kindle the brightest stars in the night sky.

It was as if Madonia herself had been resurrected from dreams, stepping out of the realm of memories to stand before him once more. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, and Ambrose's heart pounded fiercely within his chest.

He could scarcely believe his eyes, and yet, he knew deep within his soul that this was no mirage. Time seemed to fold upon itself, the distance of a century crumbling away as he stared into those familiar, soul-stirring eyes.

His emotions surged like an unstoppable tide, a whirlwind of joy, disbelief, and longing. He stood, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to her, his heart now a tempest of hope and trepidation.

"Madonia," he whispered, his voice a mixture of awe and reverence, as if he were speaking to a celestial being. "Is it truly you?"

The faerie looked at Ambrose with curious eyes, her head tilting slightly in puzzlement. "Your Majesty, were you not supposed to meet Aella of the Violentus family today?" she inquired, her voice carrying a note of uncertainty.

Ambrose's heart clenched, and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. He could feel the weight of the moment bearing down upon him, testing the strength of his resolve.

The faerie's innocent question seemed to pierce through the carefully constructed facade he had built to shield himself from the pain.

Inwardly, he wrestled with the conflicting emotions that surged within him. How could he explain the turmoil of his heart, the overwhelming flood of memories that threatened to consume him? He fought to keep his burning eyes in check, to prevent any tears from betraying the vulnerability that lay beneath his kingly demeanor.

But as he looked into the faerie's eyes, he felt a pang of shame gnawing at his soul. How could he, the ruler of the Fae Kingdom, succumb to his emotions so openly? He felt as if he were failing in his duty, betraying the trust that Madonia had placed in him.

Summoning his strength, he forced a composed smile and replied, "My apologies, you are right. It seems I let my thoughts wander for a moment. Please forgive my momentary distraction."

Deep within, he admonished himself, vowing to be stronger, to guard his heart more fiercely. He could not afford to let his emotions weaken his position as king. His duty to the kingdom demanded steadfastness, even in the face of the most profound longing.

With a regal nod, he excused himself politely, feeling the need to retreat and regain his composure. He turned away, the turmoil within him hidden beneath a mask of princely poise.

The faerie pouted, her question, echoed through the hallowed space, reaching deep into Ambrose's heart.

"If I masked my aura and hid our twin flame bond, will you really be not able to recognize me?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness that resonated with the bittersweet echoes of their past.

Ambrose felt a surge of emotions welling up within him—bewilderment, hope, and an inexplicable yearning. It was as if the pages of an ancient tale were coming to life, and the words whispered across time were now etched in the atmosphere before him.

He looked into her eyes, searching for the truth that lay beneath the surface. His heart raced, torn between the desire to believe in the impossible and the apprehension of having his hopes shattered once more.

Before he could utter a word, she smiled at him tenderly, and with a flick of her finger, the veil that had hidden her true essence was lifted. In an instant, a surge of electrifying energy coursed through Ambrose's veins, an unmistakable feeling that transported him back to the moment he had first felt his twin flame bond with Madonia.

His heart soared, and tears finally welled up in his eyes, like long-suppressed emotions breaking free from their confines. He was no longer restrained by the burden of responsibility or the guise of a king. In that timeless moment, he was simply a faerie whose soul had found its other half once again.

With his heart pounding, he rushed towards her, unable to resist the magnetic pull of their shared destiny. He embraced her tightly, as if trying to bridge the distance of a century in a single hug. His tears flowed freely, like raindrops washing away the weight of longing and sorrow.

Madonia, understanding the depth of his dismay and the longing that had lingered in his soul, welcomed his embrace with an open heart. She felt the rhythm of his tears against her, a poignant symphony of emotions that mirrored her own.

For a fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still as they clung to each other, lost in the embrace they had yearned for across the ages.

Their souls, once united and then torn apart, had now found their way back to each other, like two stars destined to dance across the heavens.

Ambrose, overcome by the rawness of emotions, could not discern what was reality and what was a dream. But in that embrace, none of that mattered, for the boundaries between the two had dissolved into the realm of love's undeniable magic as he wished to hold her in his embrace even just a second longer.

Ambrose who had finally settled down his welling emotions with Madonia's help now sat beside her and listened with rapt attention as Madonia recounted the extraordinary journey her soul had undertaken across the unknown realms.

"You see, just like any other faerie, I assumed that after my time in this world came to an end, I would either be reincarnated, or ascend to a realm unknown," Madonia explained with a gentle smile. "But destiny had a different path in store for me."

Her voice was as melodious as the whispering wind, and the grand royal tea-pavilion seemed to hold its breath, caught in the ethereal magic of her story.

"I wandered in the paths of the unknown for over a century," she continued, her eyes gleaming. "Seeking solace from the burden of my grief and the shadows of hatred."

As Ambrose listened, he felt a sense of awe at the courage it must have taken for Madonia's soul to navigate the vast expanse of the unknown.

"And then," Madonia's voice softened, "when the time was right, when my heart had finally shed the last vestiges of hatred and grief, I found myself drawn back here, to the Fae Kingdom, among the blossoms that held our memories."

In that moment, the air around them seemed to shimmer with anticipation, as if the very essence of the Fae Kingdom held its breath. Ambrose gazed deeply into Madonia's eyes, the longing in his heart echoing in his voice as he spoke her name.

"Madonia," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with a love that had traversed the boundaries of time. Her name on his lips was like a sweet melody that danced upon the air.

"Yes, Ambrose," Madonia replied, her heart fluttering like a thousand delicate wings.

In a unique and heartfelt manner, he posed the question that had been nestled within his heart all along. "Will you be the Queen of the Fae Kingdom?" he asked, his words carrying the weight of an unbreakable promise, a pledge to give his heart to only her.

Madonia's heart skipped a beat, and a radiant smile adorned her lips. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky as she nodded her head, her answer imbued with the magic of love and destiny.

"Yes, my love," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and certainty.

In that sacred moment, time stood still, and the grand royal tea pavilion seemed to glow with the brilliance of their love.

With a profound sense of joy, Madonia pulled Ambrose into her embrace, her hands cupping his cheeks as she tenderly pressed her lips to his. The world around them melted away, and there was only the two of them.

The knight faerie stationed outside discreetly averted their gaze, granting the couple the precious privacy they deserved.

Their kiss was a symphony of emotions, a dance of souls rediscovering each other after a century of yearning. Ambrose's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of completeness, knowing that he had found his soulmate once more.

As they deepened the kiss, a magnetic energy enveloped them, weaving a tapestry of passion and tenderness. Madonia's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, as if to ensure that he would never be apart from her again.

Ambrose and Madonia found themselves entangled in a moment that left them breathless. As they finally pulled away from their kiss, Ambrose couldn't resist the urge to inquire.

"How did you know about this meeting with Aella of the Violentus family? She was supposed to arrive by now, but--" Ambrose's sentence trailed off, captivated by the peculiar glint in Madonia's eyes and the playful grin that danced upon her lips.

Madonia averted her gaze from Ambrose, a hint of mischief lingering in her expression. With a nervous chuckle, she revealed, "I may or may not have used my Aether power on her to dissuade her from the idea of marrying you."

Amused and bemused by how innocent she pretended to be, Ambrose couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. Madonia behaved more like Crystal than the little mature Madonia whom Ambrose knew from his childhood. But he loved her either way, Madonia or Crystal, Mature or playful, she was his and he was hers and that was all that mattered to him.

In that tender moment, Ambrose pulled Madonia into his embrace once more, seeking reassurance in the warmth of her presence. He asked for a promise, one that she would never leave him again, repeating her own whimsical act of foolishness.

As they held each other close, the weight of their shared past and the promise of their future together intertwined, creating a bond that transcended time and space.