Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 305: "You don’t deserve the happiness..."

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Ave and everyone outside heard everything that was being said inside the library, and when they finally heard the two brothers get along, Ave opened the library door and found them hugging each other. They broke from the hug the moment the door was opened and cleared their throats, both trying to frantically wipe away their eyes and any signs of tears.

Lucian sent a side glare to his wife, but she was smiling with tears in her eyes. And without a word, she walked up to him and pulled him into her embrace. "Oh, my love. You did great. I am proud of you." She hugged him and stroked his hair tenderly, and, unable to hold himself back, he crushed her into his arms and held her tightly as tears of gratitude filled his eyes and choked his throat until he couldn’t utter any words to voice out what he felt in his heart after forgiving his brother.

His emotions were too heavy for words. As the other family members fussed over Alden’s injuries, Lucian pulled his wife away from the library as he didn’t want to shed his tears in front of the others. He pulled his wife to the nearest chamber to the library and locked the door behind them before he hugged her and let his tears fall freely, soaking her sweater.

Ave wrapped her arms around his waist and quietly ran her hand up and down his spine. Since the day she’d come to know Lucian, he had never shed this much tears. Though he made no sound from his mouth, the tears kept flowing down and soaking her sweater like a broken dam.

"Thank you," he breathed shakily as he held her tight to him. Not once had Lucian thought forgiving someone could feel this good, not once had he ever thought he really needed his older brother to acknowledge him as a brother or apologize and tell him he mattered.

He had always thought he needed none of his family members and that he was all right without them, but now he could not even believe there had been a time he harbored so much hate for them that he planned to kill them all and sell off his siblings.

But because of Aveline, he had realized how much he needed and secretly longed to have that family by his side, and because of her, he had them all on his side. She had given him what he never thought he would ever have or need. She had made him a home, a place to feel at home and belong. She showed him not only love but also gave him peace.

How could he not be grateful? She had given him everything, everything beyond what he desired in this life. Aveline—she was his saving grace, and had she not been in his life, he would never have become the man he was now. He would have become a man controlled by hate and darkness.

Thinking of all that made Lucian’s throat choke with emotions, and his arms trembled as they held her to him. "Thank you so much, Aveline. Thank you for allowing me to live again, thank you for giving me this life..." he rasped thickly.

Ave’s eyes burned with tears. She should be the one thanking him because if it weren’t for him, she would have never known what a life like this was like. She would have lived miserably. It seemed they really did complete each other, and one without the other would be nothing.

They held onto each other for so long they didn’t care that time was ticking by. Lucian was the first to pull away from the hug, but not completely, as he still had his arms around her waist and his forehead against hers as he smiled faintly down at her.

Then, slowly, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips before he covered her face with feathery-light kisses and then playfully closed his teeth against the tip of her nose before he rubbed his own nose over hers.

"You are the blood of my blood and the light of my soul, Aveline Lucian Pendragon. I will love you forever," he whispered against her lips as his fingers threaded into her hair and massaged her scalp and then ran down the length of her long red strands.

Ave smiled, and then, raising her hands up, she cupped his cheeks in her palms and said, "I have something for you."

Lucian chuckled, "I hope it’s not another one of your surprises that will make me an emotional wreck?" he teased as he watched her tuck her hand into her sweatpants pocket and pull out something. She hid it in her fist and reached out to take his left hand.

"I told you I have a surprise for you, didn’t I? This one is part of it, but I only intended to give it to you when you did the right thing," Ave said as she opened her palm, revealing a glimmering, rugged, masculine ring with a bold design. It was made with gold and had an amber-colored centerpiece on its top. freeweɓnøvel.com

She admired his long, slender fingers with manicured nails before she slowly slid the ring onto his ring finger, and it fit perfectly.

"It fit..." Lucian commented in awe.

"I instructed the royal jeweler to design the ring after I made the drawing. He did a terrible job, so I had to fix it myself this morning," she said as she saw Lucian admiring the amber diamond on the top of the ring that looked similar to the color of his eyes. He’d never seen a diamond or ring that looked quite unique and otherworldly beautiful.

"You used magic to make it like this?" he asked in bewilderment. Practicing magic from the start wasn’t an easy feat, and his wife had only started months ago, yet she seemed to be mastering it quite quickly.

Ave nodded her head while still holding his hand in hers. "He didn’t get it right and made it look nothing like what I drew. You gave me this," she touched the necklace he had given her on the day of the coronation nestled against her chest, where its blue pendant shone brightly as it always did.

"And I wanted to give you something special as well. I just used a few of the magic tricks I learned in the book. I never knew I was capable of doing it. Do you like it?" she asked as she watched him stare at the ring almost like he was in a trance.

He touched it with his other finger, running his finger over the amber diamond before he replied, "Did you just ask if I like it?" He chuckled. "I love it! Nobody has ever gifted me anything as precious as this before. I will never take it off," he swore as he hugged her.

Ave laughed at his words, but the moment he hugged her, she suddenly stiffened and went still.

Lucian felt the change in her immediately and moved back to look at her while he was still smiling, but his smile disappeared almost immediately when he noticed what had made her go still.

Lucian’s heart dropped to his stomach as he noticed the striking blue of her eyes had changed to an entirely different color—a color he recognized. Purple. Not just her eyes—the necklace he gave to her that had been blue before also reflected a bright light that shone from within her sweater. He didn’t need to see it to know it was her Rosa mark.

Her purple orbs stared at him with sadness. "Why did you do it?" she asked him bitterly, with a voice that sounded pained and grieving.

Lucian’s heart twisted painfully. He might want to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about, but he knew. Why did he commit the sin of killing the goddess’s daughter in a past life that was so long ago? He tried to reach for her shoulders as he feared she might suddenly disappear to punish him for that sin, but she stepped back, away from him.

"Aveline," Lucian called her name as if to awaken her back to her senses. He desperately needed his wife back without the Rosa powers interfering. What had triggered it again? He asked himself as he stared at her unfamiliar yet familiar eyes.

"Aveline... fight it, please. Don’t let it control you," Lucian pleaded desperately. One moment she was smiling and giving him a gift, and suddenly—this. She had only told him about her Rosa waking up once in a while when she was staying in her quarters, but Lucian had not witnessed it himself until now. He had thought the nightmares were the trigger, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Something they had said or done had triggered it again.

"You don’t deserve the happiness you have now, Roland. We both don’t deserve it. What you did brought unbalance to the world many years ago. It was because you killed her that the night creatures got the strength to fight and kill many innocent people then. I was supposed to protect them, but you brought the danger upon them. Why?" she demanded, her voice sounding nothing like his Ave. The grief in them was too deep for it to sound like his wife’s.

"I did it because I love you!" Lucian cried out, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. Please, heaven or whatever deity was listening, Lucian prayed desperately, don’t let this take away my wife. I am willing to do anything. I will give up the throne, be a commoner with nothing, for as long as you let the past stay in the past and give me back the woman I love. Give me back my mate!

"Aveline..." he called her as she kept stepping away from him.

"Love?" she said bitterly. "If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done that, knowing it would cost me so much. Aveline is a fool without a sense of our duty. She fights it instead of embracing who I am. Tell me something, Roland. If you ever could turn back time, would you make things right by not killing her, or would you do everything the same again?"

Lucian’s Adam’s apple moved up and down as his emotions whacked him down to his knees. He recalled how desperate he had been when he realized he would age and die while the woman he loved would remain behind, how the thought that—what if he never got the chance to be reborn?—he would lose her forever had made him restless. Those thoughts had pushed him to seek out the forbidden powers of the dark moon.

One thing was for certain: if he could turn back time, he wouldn’t be able to change a thing about it. He would still redo it all over again because he loved her.

"I can’t change what happened so many years ago, but if you can hear me, Goddess Nyxara," Lucian bowed his head to the floor, his forehead touching the ground,"I ask for your forgiveness. I cannot bring back your daughter and cannot change what has already happened, but I beg of you to lift my wife off the duty of being my punisher. Punish me in many ways, but please let her stay with me. I will take any punishment but this. I beg of you. Keep my wife and unborn child away from my ancient sin!"