My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

“No, thanks.” Ethan replied, “I’ve got to head over to the wedding venue to check on Uncle’s speech, make sure everything’s set.” 

111 pass too.” Samuel snapped his fingers with a mysterious grin, “Gotta go make some magic happen for your plan!” 

“Thanks, Samuel.” 

After they left, Xanthea sighed and curiously picked up a bunch of gifts and cards scattered on the bed. As they slipped through her fingers, she noticed a beautiful decal among them. It depicted a scene of her and Orlon holding hands as children, so delicately and beautifully crafted, with her holding a doll. 

How thoughtful and detailed! She picked up the decal and gently pushed open the ornate window, holding it up to the brilliant sun outside. Their tiny figures shimmered in the light. 

“It’s so pretty.” 

The garden bloomed around her, like stepping into a fairy tale forest, and she, the princess in her castle, waiting for her prince charming. 

Orion had fulfilled every girlish fantasy she ever had. 

Remembering back to her debutante ball, waking up to grab his crisply pressed trouser leg, hearing his cool, distant voice, she never imagined she’d be so utterly won over by his tenderness and love. 

“Bang!” 

She thought Orion had arranged for there to be no pranks on the bride, but suddenly, the door burst open, and a tiny, speedy pink blur charged towards her, followed by a high–pitched wail. 

“Hey!” 

Xanthea caught “her” in surprise, eyes tracing from her tiny flower shoes and pink dress up to her familiar, rosy–cheeked face, uncertainly uttering, “Seb?!” 

༡༤ཇ ྋ ཧ་ རྗ འཇུ ཝཿ ༑ * 6ཌྷ ཎཿསྟུ * 

Sebastian clenched his little fists, rubbing his eyes while sobbing heartbreakingly. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Miss Pretty, Uncle, that bad man, has stolen you away in the end! You didn’t want to marry him, right? You love me the most!” His cries were heart–wrenching, while Xanthea couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his outfit. 

“Seb, who turned you into a little flower girl? Hahaha.” 

Changed as he was, even his gender seemed switched up for the occasion, wearing flower shoes and a dress, and his hair done in tiny curls to match anyone not paying attention might mistake him for a lovely little girl! 

“It was Uncle, that big villain, and he even had Leonard take lots of pictures of me. He said if I ever talk out of turn in front of the medial again, he’d share my pictures with the whole school. Help me!” 

Xanthea couldn’t stop laughing. Orion was just too much! But this trick, why did it sound so familiar? Imitating her? 

“Miss Pretty, he always bullies me. You have to help me get back at him!” 

Sebastian had been too caught up in his tears upon entering, but now, opening his big eyes slightly wider, he finally saw….