"Alie hasn’t called us in days," said Samyra, gazing at her husband, David. "The last she dropped a ssage saying Noah is doing well and that he has his grandparents around to take care of him."
"Did you try calling her?" David asked, removing his glasses.
"Yes, I tried. But she didn’t respond," Samyra replied, her voice tinged with guilt. "Nor has she called back. I’m still getting punished for hurting Alie all these years, I know it."
"At least, she’s happy. That’s what matters for us now," David answered, trying to offer comfort. He then shifted the subject slightly. "Flora is getting better, emotionally and physically. A friend of mine has been asking lately for Flora’s hand in marriage with her son. I told him everything about Flora’s past, but it doesn’t matter to them; they seem genuinely interested in her future. Why don’t you talk to Flora about it?"
"I don’t think we should bother her about it," Samyra told her decision firmly. "She can find a mate for herself when she’s ready. She wanted to stay away from all of this arrangent and mating pressure, David. You should refuse your friend kindly," she added.
David nodded in understanding, respecting her protective stance regarding Flora. "You are right. And regarding Alie... I don’t call her. I know I have done worse things to her than you have. I feel that is the punishnt I have to carry until my last breath," he admitted with a deep, upsetting tone. "You should not worry about her anymore, either. She has her own family now, who love her far more than we ever did."
Samyra didn’t respond, letting the heavy silence fill the room. She got out of bed to switch off the lights when the phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating loudly on the nightstand.
"Who could be calling at this hour?" she murmured, frowning at the late ti, and her eyes suddenly widened when she saw the caller ID.
"Alie?" Samyra cried out, a rush of relief and excitent flooding her voice. She quickly answered the call, put it on speaker, and rushed back to the bed, sitting down close to David.
"Alie, how have you been, dear? Your father and I were just talking about you only monts ago," Samyra pronounced, her smile widening into a genuine expression of joy. "And how is Noah? We’ve missed you all so much."
"I am doing well, Mom. Noah is also well," Alie replied warmly.
"And how is Prince Gabriel?" asked David.
"Gabriel is also doing well," Alie replied. "How are you both doing? And Flora? Is she coping well? I am sorry I could not talk to you in days. A lot was happening recently, so I could not manage to talk to any of you," Alie stated in her sincere voice.
"We are doing well, thanks to the grace of the Moon Goddess," David stated, offering a common religious blessing. "And Flora is much better than before," he added. "But what is bothering you these days? Is it about the witch, the one you ntioned last ti? Can we help you with this?" he inquired, his parental concern clear.
"No, Dad. Please stay away from all this," Alie replied firmly, unwilling to pull her parents into the ongoing political and magical conflicts. "Tell Flora that I miss her," she stated. "We will be returning to San Ravendale soon," she pointed out, delivering the highly anticipated news.
Both Samyra and David turned happy instantly to learn that. "Oh, that’s wonderful news, sweetie! We will be waiting to et you three," David said, joy evident in his voice. He then shifted to a grandfatherly concern. "Also, are you able to take care of Noah well all by yourself?" he asked.
"Yes. Gabriel is an amazing father," Alie answered with a smile in her voice. She turned around, moving toward the balcony’s door, and saw that both Gabriel and Noah were soundly sleeping on the bed, a heartwarming sight. "In his presence, life seems so easy sotis." The admiration in her eyes for Gabriel was visible, even through the phone line.
David and Samyra exchanged glances with each other, both noting the profound love in their daughter’s tone whenever she spoke of her mate.
"Alie, you deserved to be loved so much," Samyra said, her voice heavy with sincere regret and love. "What we can’t ever give you, Gabriel did. Just stay happy and blessed. That is all we want for you."
"Hmm. I will hang up now. Good night, Mom and Dad," she said, her own voice thick with emotion, and ended the call. Alie gently closed the balcony door, put the phone on the bedside table, and went back to bed. Cradling Noah close in her arms for a mont, she then gently put him into the crib and moved it back and forth softly until he was completely settled.
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Ophelia pulled her hand back from the magical crystal ball, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she finally confird that Ravenna was dead. An evil smirk spread across her lips. "Now that she is gone, it is much easier for to end both Alie and Gabriel. They even have a son now. So, if I could capture him, it would be much easier to take their lives and break them completely."
Suddenly, the magical orb started getting intensely misty, obscuring her vision. She frowned and picked it up, wondering what unexpected force was interfering. She focused her gaze intently on it, using all her power, when she finally saw a vision that made her blood run cold.
It was Alie.
Her face was terrifyingly covered in blood, her eyes shining a ferocious, bright golden hue, and a long dagger was clutched firmly in her hand. Crucially, she had Noah held tightly and protectively close to her chest.
Ophelia was completely unable to understand the terrifying future she had glimpsed in the orb. "What was that? Why did I see sothing like that? Is she capable of such violence?"
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