Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 306: "I want a daughter."

"Please forgive me..." Lucian begged, not caring about his pride or anything else. He didn’t want to lose his family—Ave and their unborn child. A man has no pride when his only light and life is about to be taken from him.

"Lucian..." Ave moaned as she finally got control of her body again. She ran to him where he was kneeling, and his head jerked up to glance at her. He cried out her name and pulled her into his embrace.

"Aveline, I thought I would lose you!" He held her to him.

Ave held him back, trying to make sense of what had just happened. One moment she was with him, and another moment she was consumed by feelings so intense they didn’t seem like hers. She had felt pain, grief, anger, and love—all toward her husband—so much that she had begun to say words she didn’t actually think she was the one saying.

She recognized the feeling as when her powers would awaken and then go again. This time, Lucian’s happiness had triggered them. She knew it because she had heard a voice whispering in the back of her head that he didn’t deserve happiness and that she was going against her oath. Nyxara had whispered those words to her before everything happened.

But then, everything made sense now. The deal she had so desperately tried to recall that day after she woke up was vivid in her mind now. She recalled every single one of her own words to the Goddess and the favor she had asked for.

The Goddess was watching everything.

"I am sorry..." Ave whispered as she pressed her lips to the top of his head and held his head to her chest as she stroked his hair.

They were still in that position when the door banged open, and everyone came rushing in. "Is everything all right? We heard someone shout," came Rylan’s worried voice as he stared at the couple in each other’s embrace.

Ave used her hands to wipe away Lucian’s tears as she assured the rest, "It’s nothing. We were just coming out." She stood up and pulled him up with her.

"Dinner is ready, and everyone is waiting," Lady Seraphina said softly as she hid a smile, believing Lucian had been crying in his wife’s embrace because of his mending old wounds with his elder brother.

Ave nodded her head and intertwined her fingers with Lucian, who was quick to clutch her hand into his. Dinner was the last thing on his mind at this point, but he wanted to make sure his wife ate. He had never been this emotional in a while, and it made him exhausted to the point that he couldn’t assure the people in the room that he was fine. The Goddess had listened to him and released his wife—that was what mattered to him.

"Let’s go and eat," Lucian said to her with a faint smile and pulled her out along with him. He didn’t know what had just happened, but the fact that his wife was back to him and that he had asked for forgiveness, gave him a sense of peace and relief that it wouldn’t happen again.

As Ave passed by her brother, Rylan grabbed her wrist and asked in a whisper,

"Did something happen? I sensed something powerful come from here a moment ago. Are you all right?"

Ave saw the concern in his eyes and managed to smile and assure him. "I am."

Rylan wanted to believe her, but he could still sense the energy in the room, which made him slightly worried. She stared into his eyes, and just as she was about to look away, he thought he saw a flicker of purple in them, but then he dismissed it as the light playing tricks.

That night, the dining hall had never been as humorous as it was because the family seemed to be complete, along with a few guests who were present. Talinor and his brothers, except for Kale, were all present, as they had been personally invited by Ave for her baby announcement banquet tomorrow.

Nina was also there, but she couldn’t sit down with the rest as she was trying to calm and feed the crying baby. She rocked Kale and Nadia’s daughter in her arms as she watched the humorous moment of the Pendragon family and Emperor Lucian, who tried to make his wife eat more while she also tried to feed him more.

She watched Ave with envy, wishing she would also be loved by a man like that. But she had lost hope in love and would never give her heart out to any man ever again. Lucian was the first and last man she would ever love. But he belonged to another.

Since Kale was still grieving for his mate, Nina had taken it upon herself to care for his daughter because she knew the moment he learned to live again, he would turn their family upside down if anything were to happen to his daughter, even though he had rejected her existence now.

As she was rocking the crying baby, trying to feed her, she was jolted by a soft voice behind her that said, "Let me take her."

She turned to find the first prince of Pendragon looking at the baby in her arms. He had fresh bruises on his face, but that didn’t hide the softness of his features as he watched the crying baby. She handed the baby to him before she could even think about it.

Alden took her into his large arms and began to rock her gently in a way that made her crying begin to subside. He reached out and took the rubber nipple used to feed her milk from Nina’s hand and slowly began to feed the baby while he sang for her in his breezy, soft voice.

Nina was taken aback when the baby went completely quiet and began to suck hungrily on the rubber nipple like she had never before. Her tiny fists flying in the air as if trying to grab the feeder.

"How did you do that?" Nina asked in disbelief.

Alden, still smiling down at the bundle of adorableness in his arms, replied, "I raised my sister since she was a baby. Our Ma died when Thalia was just a few weeks old, and I had to learn to take care of babies from reading and asking around mothers. I never trusted anyone with my sister, so I took care of her. This baby reminds me of her. What’s her name?" he asked, still not looking away from the sucking baby.

"Kadia," Nina told him while not looking away from the prince who handled a baby better than she had been doing. She had never had any reason to speak with the first prince of Pendragon, as he always had an unapproachable air around him until now. But the fact that he looked like a completely different man with her niece in his arms, made her unable to look away from him.

"Kadia," he repeated. "What a lovely name." He smiled, revealing his dimples.

Nina’s heart missed a beat at his smile. "Yes. My brother Kale gave her the name just a week ago."

"A child without a mother can be quite hard to raise. I will hold her for you while you eat your dinner," Alden said, finally looking away from the baby to the woman who had been holding her awhile ago. His eyes locked with her brown ones that were staring at him strangely.

He was never the kind to approach or talk to anyone, not to mention a woman, but the baby’s crying had pulled him away from the table to come here. He recalled the days Thalia would not let him sit and eat and would cry her heart out until he was beyond tired.

He looked away from her eyes and back down at the baby.

Nina cleared her throat. "Are you certain you will be fine holding her while I eat?" she asked.

Alden didn’t look her in the eyes again as he nodded his head. "Go ahead, I will be here."

Nina hesitated only for a moment before she thanked him and left to join the royals at the dining table. She was about to round the table to her seat when she bumped into someone, causing the person to drop the tray of wine glasses he was holding. Since it was her fault, she hastily apologized, but her voice trailed off when she looked toward the tall, skinny servant, who, instead of looking apologetic as well, held a dead look on his face.

His eyes were so dark it looked like she was staring into a bottomless hole. Without a word to her, he bent down and picked up the fallen tray. Nina didn’t try to think too much about why he rubbed her off as strange, as he was dressed in the same attire as the servants serving the Pendragon royals. She shrugged it off and went to her seat.

But if she had only turned at that moment, she would have noticed the evil glint that flashed through his dark eyes when he looked at her brothers and the Emperor.

Nina pulled her chair and sat beside her brother, Acer. However, she kept looking towards the first prince to see if her niece would be a bother to him, but she was surprised to see that he was smiling down at the baby as he kept singing to her.

"Prince Alden is quite good with babies. I am surprised," King Talinor remarked as he looked towards where the first prince was rocking the infant. "That thing has never gone a second without crying. Sometimes I wonder how a small being like her could cry that loud. I have never seen her this quiet."

Everyone looked towards the first prince. "You’d be surprised how he will rock her without getting tired," Lady Seraphina said fondly. "When Princess Thalia was a baby, he would rock her for hours and never give her away to anyone. He would eat while holding her and do things a boy his age can’t know to do."

"Then I guess we should leave the baby and Nina here until Kale comes back to his senses and learns from the first prince. That baby’s cry is torture in our palace," Prince Acer remarked, but Nina glared at him and elbowed him in the side.

"It seems our baby will have a great uncle," Lucian mused an hour later after dinner was over, and they were back in their chamber, lying on the bed with his wife nestled in his arms, her back to his front and his arm around her body.

They had been talking about Nadia’s baby in the dining hall, but Lucian had noticed that his wife had not said a thing and seemed lost in her thoughts the whole time. She had been eating with an absentmindedness that made him somewhat worried. But then, when they came back to their room and bed, she brought up the topic of the baby and Alden volunteering to teach Nina how to take care of her. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Lucian slipped his hand into the blanket and flattened his palm against Ave’s bump, then kissed her shoulder. "What’s wrong, love?" he asked quietly.

Ave pressed her hand against his on her belly. "Nothing. Why did you ask?"

"You’ve been quiet most of the time, and I can’t seem to tell if something is bothering you, as your emotions seem blank. It’s like you’re not thinking about anything, yet you seem lost in thought."

"I am fine. I am just worried about tomorrow’s banquet," she lied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, but Lucian didn’t see it as she was facing away from him.

Lucian sighed in relief. "You shouldn’t worry about the banquet. Lady Seraphina is in charge of everything. Everything will go well," he assured her with another kiss on her shoulder.

Ave smiled bitterly and nodded her head, her fingers idly tracing lazy circles against his strong, veiny forearm that wrapped around her waist. She felt the bulging veins with her fingers until she traced them down to his hand, which was still against her slightly swallone abdomen in a protective hold.

"Aveline," Lucian whispered after a moment of silence, and when she hummed, he continued, "I never thought I would look forward to seeing what our daughter will look like, and though childbirth scares me, when I saw Kadia and how her large eyes stared at me like they were looking into my soul..."

Lucian trailed off as he recalled looking down at the baby in Alden’s arms. He had not carried her, fearing he might hurt the small being, but her eyes and her tiny size made his heart warm with a feeling he couldn’t quite name. But one thing was certain—he wanted his own child.

"I can’t help but get excited," he completed his words with a smile that made his flame-like eyes sparkle.

"Daughter? I want a son," Ave said with a small laugh. "I want a son who will look so much like his father. I want him to have your eyes and smile, who will remind me of you even if I can’t..." Ave stopped short of her words as tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back and smiled.

"Even if you can’t what, my love?" Lucian urged for her to continue what she was saying, but she swallowed her words and turned in his arms to face him.

"Nothing, darling. I just wanted a son who will look like you."

"But I want a daughter," Lucian said as he bent down and kissed her. "However, thinking about it, it doesn’t matter if it’s a son or a daughter, for as long as it came from you. I will love our child regardless of its gender."

Ave kissed him to hide the emotions bubbling in her stomach and heart. He kissed her back slowly and gradually started to discard her nightdress while not tearing his lips from hers.

"Aveline, do you think she has forgiven me?" Lucian asked softly as he paused in his actions of removing her nightdress. He wanted to forget what had happened today in that room, but he couldn’t. It still remained in the back of his mind. Had the Goddess forgiven him when he asked for it?

Raising her hands, Ave cupped his cheeks as he lay suspended atop her, propped up on his hands. She caressed his cheeks and traced her fingers around his eyebrows and then his nose bridge.

"Let’s not think about her, Lucian. I want you to love me tonight like there is no tomorrow and like it’s our last. Don’t think about anything but now. Just you and me." Saying this, she didn’t allow him to reply before she kissed him hungrily and intensely.

No words passed between them again after that. He made love to her like it was their first time—slow and delicious—and like it was their last.