Five years had passed since the greatest war of all time, and Xavi had returned victorious. He had conquered every enemy, bringing entire realms under his iron rule. Over those years, he had transformed into the most feared and ruthless king across all kingdoms. Mere whispers of his name sent shivers down the spines of kings, queens, and rulers alike.
When he finally returned to his home, his mother rushed to embrace him. Yet his face was a mask of stone, showing no emotion. His beard had grown long and streaked with white, dyed to match the years of battles he had endured. He had shed his old battle suit for his royal attire, regal and commanding.
"Hello, my love," Xavi said softly as he approached his wife, taking her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it.
Queen Josephine, his coma-bound wife, lay peacefully, her hair now long and flowing. Xavi's hand brushed over her face. "I won… I conquered them all," he whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. "My sweet angel… I wish you would just wake up now, baby. Please."
He pressed his forehead against hers, the faintest tremor of hope in his otherwise cold demeanor. Carefully, he covered her body and returned inside.
The castle had changed under his command, rebuilt into a formidable fortress. Guests had already gathered as Xavi took his place on the throne, dark energy emanating from him.
"All hail King Xavi!" Caius declared.
"Hail!" the crowd echoed.
"Where is my son?" Xavi asked coldly, his eyes scanning the assembled family.
"Well… he is… uh…" Queen Kendra hesitated.
Xavi's lips pressed into a thin line. With a deep sigh, he strode outside, his guards in tow.
"Uh-oh," Garvy muttered under his breath.
Four minutes later, Xavi returned, holding his ten-year-old son by the ear.
"Ouch! Dad! That hurts!" the boy exclaimed.
"It's your father, Adris," he corrected himself, looking up at Xavi.
Adris had grown into a rebellious boy, headstrong and stubborn, with hair split between oxblood red on one side and raven black on the other.
"Keep quiet," Xavi commanded as he resumed his throne.
"Why did you break his legs?" the boy asked with defiance.
"Well… you see, dear father… the bastard was spreading nonsense about me, and I hate—no, I hate—bullshit," Adris said, folding his arms.
Xavi rubbed his forehead. "I will punish you later," he muttered, his voice edged with exhaustion.
Meanwhile, in the castle gardens, two little toddlers ran about, laughing and giggling. The maids chased them, trying to keep up with their endless energy. Eventually, the little ones fell asleep, tangled in the grass and sunlight. Queen Olydia, now 67, smiled as she changed them gently.
Xavi and Xoni were 38 years old, Josephine 24, and Anesthesia 29. The toddlers, dressed in tiny jumpsuits, rested peacefully in a hammock, their faces serene.
The little girl dreamed of her mother. In her dream, Josephine cradled her, whispering softly, "My sweetheart, mama will wake up very soon, hm?"
"Really!?" the little girl asked, eyes wide. Josephine nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheeks. The girl woke with a gasp, turning to see her brother sleeping peacefully beside her. Overjoyed, she crawled from the hammock and ran down the hall.
"I gotta tell Papa! I gotta tell Papa!" she squealed.
Xavi sat upon his throne, dark energy swirling around him, as guests murmured amongst themselves. Adris noticed his sister racing toward their father, shouting:
"I GOTTA TELL PAPA!!!!!"
"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Princess Ophelia exclaimed, climbing the steps to Xavi's throne.
"Yes, my little princess, why are you so excited, sweetheart?" Xavi asked, bending down to scoop her into his arms.
"Hi, Papa!" she said gleefully.
"Hi, baby," Xavi replied with a faint smirk.
"Papa, Mama and I were playing together, and guess what?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"What, baby?" Adris inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Mama promised me she will wake up very, very soon… Papa," Ophelia said, voice serious yet cute.
Xavi kissed her cheeks, ruffling her hair. Just then, Morvan entered, carrying Orion, who had also woken from his nap.
"Hi, Papa!" Orion greeted, hugging Xavi tightly.
"Wanna go to Zephyria this weekend?" Xavi asked, his dark aura softened by the twins' innocence.
"Yes, Papa!" the twins chorused.
Adris leaned back on his throne, a shadow of anger on his face. "It's been five years… Mama hasn't opened her eyes once. No spell can wake her," he admitted bitterly.
Xavi ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine, my boy. She will wake up," he assured him, though the weariness in his eyes betrayed his worry.
By sunrise, Xavi slept, exhausted from the war. Orion quietly opened the door, slipping onto his father's bed to rest beside him.
Far away, in the kingdom of Dravenor, King Noah fed his children, Princess Auriel, a half-werewolf half-vampire, and Prince Khaed, a full vampire. Queen Tess clutched a picture of Josephine, tears brimming.
"I miss her very much too," Noah said softly. "She will wake up soon."
"Can we go to Zephyria this weekend?" Tess asked.
"Yes, my love. We can," Noah replied.
Callum, now 28, stood staring at Josephine's picture. Nyx, 39, hugged him from behind. "She will wake up," Nyx said. "We can spend the weekend in Zephyria with the new baby, Alaric."
In Obsidian, Raden held his son, Kairoth, born to Piere. "Sweetheart?" he asked.
"Can we go to Zephyria this weekend?" Piere inquired.
"Yes, my love. We can," Raden reassured, rubbing her back.
Meanwhile, Ardera plotted to steal another wife for Xavi. She approached Kendra.
"Mom, let's have a party in Zephyria in honor of Xavi's wife," she suggested with a smirk.
Kendra smiled. "Yes, it's been long," she agreed.
Unbeknownst to them, Xoni overheard. "She's crossed the line now," he warned his brother. Xavi's eyes glowed with a dangerous light, the fury of a king who had conquered all.
Five years had passed since the greatest war of all time, and Xavi had returned victorious. He had conquered every enemy, bringing entire realms under his iron rule. Over those years, he had transformed into the most feared and ruthless king across all kingdoms. Mere whispers of his name sent shivers down the spines of kings, queens, and rulers alike.
When he finally returned to his home, his mother rushed to embrace him. Yet his face was a mask of stone, showing no emotion. His beard had grown long and streaked with white, dyed to match the years of battles he had endured. He had shed his old battle suit for his royal attire, regal and commanding.
"Hello, my love," Xavi said softly as he approached his wife, taking her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it.
Queen Josephine, his coma-bound wife, lay peacefully, her hair now long and flowing. Xavi's hand brushed over her face. "I won… I conquered them all," he whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. "My sweet angel… I wish you would just wake up now, baby. Please."
He pressed his forehead against hers, the faintest tremor of hope in his otherwise cold demeanor. Carefully, he covered her body and returned inside.
The castle had changed under his command, rebuilt into a formidable fortress. Guests had already gathered as Xavi took his place on the throne, dark energy emanating from him.
"All hail King Xavi!" Caius declared.
"Hail!" the crowd echoed.
"Where is my son?" Xavi asked coldly, his eyes scanning the assembled family.
"Well… he is… uh…" Queen Kendra hesitated.
Xavi's lips pressed into a thin line. With a deep sigh, he strode outside, his guards in tow.
"Uh-oh," Garvy muttered under his breath.
Four minutes later, Xavi returned, holding his ten-year-old son by the ear.
"Ouch! Dad! That hurts!" the boy exclaimed.
"It's your father, Adris," he corrected himself, looking up at Xavi.
Adris had grown into a rebellious boy, headstrong and stubborn, with hair split between oxblood red on one side and raven black on the other.
"Keep quiet," Xavi commanded as he resumed his throne.
"Why did you break his legs?" the boy asked with defiance.
"Well… you see, dear father… the bastard was spreading nonsense about me, and I hate—no, I hate—bullshit," Adris said, folding his arms.
Xavi rubbed his forehead. "I will punish you later," he muttered, his voice edged with exhaustion.
Meanwhile, in the castle gardens, two little toddlers ran about, laughing and giggling. The maids chased them, trying to keep up with their endless energy. Eventually, the little ones fell asleep, tangled in the grass and sunlight. Queen Olydia, now 67, smiled as she changed them gently.
Xavi and Xoni were 38 years old, Josephine 24, and Anesthesia 29. The toddlers, dressed in tiny jumpsuits, rested peacefully in a hammock, their faces serene.
The little girl dreamed of her mother. In her dream, Josephine cradled her, whispering softly, "My sweetheart, mama will wake up very soon, hm?"
"Really!?" the little girl asked, eyes wide. Josephine nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheeks. The girl woke with a gasp, turning to see her brother sleeping peacefully beside her. Overjoyed, she crawled from the hammock and ran down the hall.
"I gotta tell Papa! I gotta tell Papa!" she squealed.
Xavi sat upon his throne, dark energy swirling around him, as guests murmured amongst themselves. Adris noticed his sister racing toward their father, shouting:
"I GOTTA TELL PAPA!!!!!"
"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Princess Ophelia exclaimed, climbing the steps to Xavi's throne.
"Yes, my little princess, why are you so excited, sweetheart?" Xavi asked, bending down to scoop her into his arms.
"Hi, Papa!" she said gleefully.
"Hi, baby," Xavi replied with a faint smirk.
"Papa, Mama and I were playing together, and guess what?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"What, baby?" Adris inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Mama promised me she will wake up very, very soon… Papa," Ophelia said, voice serious yet cute.
Xavi kissed her cheeks, ruffling her hair. Just then, Morvan entered, carrying Orion, who had also woken from his nap.
"Hi, Papa!" Orion greeted, hugging Xavi tightly.
"Wanna go to Zephyria this weekend?" Xavi asked, his dark aura softened by the twins' innocence.
"Yes, Papa!" the twins chorused.
Adris leaned back on his throne, a shadow of anger on his face. "It's been five years… Mama hasn't opened her eyes once. No spell can wake her," he admitted bitterly.
Xavi ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine, my boy. She will wake up," he assured him, though the weariness in his eyes betrayed his worry.
By sunrise, Xavi slept, exhausted from the war. Orion quietly opened the door, slipping onto his father's bed to rest beside him.
Far away, in the kingdom of Dravenor, King Noah fed his children, Princess Auriel, a half-werewolf half-vampire, and Prince Khaed, a full vampire. Queen Tess clutched a picture of Josephine, tears brimming.
"I miss her very much too," Noah said softly. "She will wake up soon."
"Can we go to Zephyria this weekend?" Tess asked.
"Yes, my love. We can," Noah replied.
Callum, now 28, stood staring at Josephine's picture. Nyx, 39, hugged him from behind. "She will wake up," Nyx said. "We can spend the weekend in Zephyria with the new baby, Alaric."
In Obsidian, Raden held his son, Kairoth, born to Piere. "Sweetheart?" he asked.
"Can we go to Zephyria this weekend?" Piere inquired.
"Yes, my love. We can," Raden reassured, rubbing her back.
Meanwhile, Ardera plotted to steal another wife for Xavi. She approached Kendra.
"Mom, let's have a party in Zephyria in honor of Xavi's wife," she suggested with a smirk.
Kendra smiled. "Yes, it's been long," she agreed.
Unbeknownst to them, Xoni overheard. "She's crossed the line now," he warned his brother. Xavi's eyes glowed with a dangerous light, the fury of a king who had conquered all.