Semua Bab The Kings Forbidden Mate: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Winter had deepened its gentle hold on the capital, blanketing the palace gardens and rooftops in a thick layer of pristine snow. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of pine logs burning in hearths and the faint sweetness of spiced mulled wine drifting from the festival stalls in the main square. The city moved at a slower, more peaceful pace — children building snow forts shaped like wolves, merchants selling warm pastries and glowing lanterns, and the people speaking with quiet pride about the royal family that had brought them through war into this season of renewal.In the royal nursery, the room was warm and inviting, lit by a crackling fireplace and soft silver lanterns that cast a gentle glow. Heavy winter drapes framed the windows, but a narrow opening allowed pale winter light to spill across the carved wooden cradle where Prince Aether Draven now sat up on his own, reaching for colorful toys with chubby hands and letting out delighted gurgles whenever his

Winter had deepened its gentle embrace over the capital, transforming the palace gardens and rooftops into a pristine wonderland of white. Fresh snow blanketed the trees and buildings, sparkling under the pale winter sun like scattered diamonds. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of pine logs burning in hearths and the faint sweetness of spiced mulled wine drifting from the festival stalls in the main square. The city moved at a slower, more peaceful pace — children building snow wolves in the streets, merchants selling warm pastries and glowing lanterns, and the people speaking with quiet pride about the royal family that had brought them through war into this season of renewal.In the royal nursery, the room was warm and inviting, lit by a crackling fireplace and soft silver lanterns that cast a gentle glow. Heavy winter drapes framed the windows, but a narrow opening allowed pale winter light to spill across the carved wooden cradle where Prince Aether Draven no

The royal palace gardens bloomed in full summer glory as Prince Aether Draven celebrated his first birthday. Golden sunlight filtered through the cherry trees, casting dappled patterns across the soft grass where colorful blankets had been spread for the intimate family gathering. Lanterns of silver and white hung from branches, swaying gently in the warm breeze, while the distant sounds of the Summer Solstice Festival drifted from the city streets below — music, laughter, and the joyful cheers of a realm that had finally found peace.Aether sat proudly in the center of a large blanket, surrounded by soft toys and gifts from loyal houses across the kingdom. At one year old, the Silver Heir had grown into a sturdy, curious toddler. His dark curls caught the sunlight, and when his golden eyes — flecked with delicate silver — opened wide, they sparkled with bright intelligence and wonder. He could pull himself up to stand with support and was taking his first wobbly steps, holding onto C

The royal palace gardens were in full summer glory as Prince Aether Draven celebrated his first birthday. Golden sunlight filtered through the blooming cherry trees, casting dappled patterns across the soft grass where colorful blankets had been spread for the intimate family gathering. Lanterns of silver and white hung from branches, swaying gently in the warm breeze, while the distant sounds of the Summer Solstice Festival drifted from the city streets below — music, laughter, and the joyful cheers of a realm that had finally found peace.Aether sat proudly in the center of a large blanket, surrounded by soft toys and gifts from loyal houses across the kingdom. At one year old, the Silver Heir had grown into a sturdy, curious toddler. His dark curls caught the sunlight, and when his eyes opened — golden with delicate silver flecks — they sparkled with bright curiosity and intelligence that already seemed to take in the world with quiet wonder. He could pull himself up to stand with

Years had slipped by like quiet river currents since the long war ended. The capital now stood as a beacon of renewal, its walls gleaming under the summer sun, gardens lush with flowers, and streets alive with the steady rhythm of trade and celebration. Prince Aether Draven, at five years old, had become the living symbol of the new era — a bright-eyed boy with dark curls, golden eyes flecked with silver, and an innate curiosity that drew smiles from everyone he met.Caelan walked through the palace gardens with Aether’s small hand in his, watching as the boy chased a butterfly with delighted laughter. The ancient power within Caelan had matured into a calm, steady presence, its moonlight threads now used more for guidance and protection than desperate defense. The once-forbidden omega had become the Silver Consort in truth — respected, loved, and central to the kingdom’s harmony.Lucien joined them on the garden path, his tall frame relaxed yet commanding. He lifted Aether onto his s