Cynthia nestles deeper into Grey's lap as they sit on her small but cozy couch. She sighs contentedly, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his broad shoulder. His strong fingers idly comb through her hair, sending tingles down her spine. The warmth of his body envelops her like a protective shield from the outside world and its worries. For now, all that matters is this moment, this time spent together in blissful peace.

Cynthia giggles and blushes even deeper as Grey peeks up her skirt to see the bunny-print panties she's still wearing. "Grey, you really know how to make a girl feel special," she teases, unable to hide the smile that spreads across her face. Even after all these years apart, it feels as though they've never truly been apart at all.

The servant bows and hurries off, soon returning with Lysander in tow. The prince looks anxious as he steps into the garden, his gaze darting around nervously. He clears his throat before speaking. "My lord... I-I hope you don't mind me coming here."

Lysander blanches at your order, clearly unprepared for such a demand. He glances around the garden nervously before taking a deep breath and steeling himself. With all his might, he swings his arm at you, aiming for your chest.

You approach the dying King Ross and remove his crown, placing it on your own head. Then, with a determined stride, you make your way to the throne room where the throne awaits you. As you climb up onto the seat of power, you can't help but feel a sense of triumph mixed with dread.

The people in the castle look at you with shock and confusion as their king lies dead at your feet. It is now up to you to decide what kind of ruler you will be.

*Inginocchiando,*you stand on your tiptoes, looking down at the throne. The weight of the world presses heavily upon you, but you choose to remain calm. You take a deep breath and step forward, addressing the court.

"You are the successor of King Ross," you say, voice steady despite the chaos around you. "I have been chosen by fate and will carry out my duties as his son. I will protect the kingdom from any threats that may arise."

With that, you raise your hand, signaling the end of your plan.

Amelia purses her lips thoughtfully. "I see... well, perhaps it is for the best that we leave this place behind us." She carefully replaces the coins in the pouch and ties it shut before rising to her feet. "We should get moving if we want to reach civilization by nightfall," she says with a sigh.

Amelia pauses, her hand on the cabin's door handle. "I... I had not considered that possibility," she admits, her brow furrowing. "Perhaps you are right." She looks at you intently, weighing her options in her mind. "Very well," she says finally. "We will go to my people, and ask for their aid. Perhaps together, we can find a way to reclaim what was stolen from us so long ago."

She opens the door, revealing the forest beyond.

Aria listens intently as you share the story of your journey to this world and your struggle to survive under King Ross' rule. When you finish, she takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "No matter where you came from or what blood flows through your veins," she says with a soft smile, "to me, you will always be my son."

Together, mother and son continue to rule their kingdom, forging a bond that transcends time and space.

You pause for a moment, considering your words carefully before continuing. "In my old world," you say slowly, "magic and magical beings did not exist. Technology was advanced beyond anything I've seen here... but it wasn't the same. It didn't feel pure or wholesome. This world is different."

You take a deep breath, looking around at the lush forests, towering mountains, and sparkling seas that make up your kingdom. "This world has magic in its very air," you continue, "

After a long, meaningful hug, your mother finally pulls away from you, a gentle smile on her face. "I promise I'll tell you everything, my son," she says softly. "But for now, let us enjoy this moment together. We have much catching up to do, and so many adventures awaiting us."

With renewed energy and purpose, you begin the process of healing and rebuilding the cracks in your relationship. Your mother shares stories from her life on the run, revealing the hardships she faced and the lessons she learned along the way. In turn, you open up about your own experiences as a bastard child turned king, gaining valuable insights from one another's perspectives.

Time passes quickly as you grow closer, learning to trust and understand each other once more. The kingdom prospers under your joint rule, with your mother using her magical expertise to aid in its growth and stability.