MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 4 - Season 9 Episode 56

“Morven seems to be having his own celebration here,” smiled Madeline. Butterflies surrounded the boy, and the breeze around him had increased.

“There was something I wanted to tell you, Maddie,” said Lucy and Madeline turned to look at the vampiress.

“Is everything alright?”

“In the morning, I saw Morven break a glass. By touching it,” informed Lucy.

Hearing this, Madeline’s eyebrows rose. The breaking glass was something she used to do before. Considering how she was an angel and Calhoun was a demon, it didn’t come as much surprise. “I guess he is going to have a bit of both me and Cal in him.”

In the past, when she was young, there had been misconceptions of her being the fallen angel’s ticket to Heaven and using her powers. But now the time was different, thought Madeline to herself. There wasn’t complete peace, but she was glad to see that the archangels had come down to celebrate her and Calhoun’s son’s day along with the Devil.

Madeline was sure that with everyone’s help and guidance, her son wouldn’t lose his path, nor would he be shut in the coffin as she had been inside it for years.

“In time, he will turn powerful,” commented Theodore.

“Mama, see!” Morven looked utterly excited about the butterflies until Calhoun’s favourite pet appeared there to growl at the butterflies. “Nu! Haha hahaa,” Morven laughed when Madox went round and round around him while l.i.c.k.i.n.g his face.

“Seems like I need to wash his face,” murmured Madeline. As if sensing the presence, she turned to look at her husband, who made his way through the corridor, and she felt her heart flip.

Calhoun leaned towards her and kissed her temple. “You said you were going to come back soon after finding him. I decided to come see what was taking time,” he said to her. Madeline couldn’t believe that even with the years that had come to pass, Calhoun still loved her the same way as he had before, or maybe even more.

“Morven wanted to play with the butterflies and then we ended up talking here,” replied Madeline with a smile on her lips.

“Did you now,” he hummed, putting his arms around her while looking at his son and his wolf chasing the butterflies with laughter and bark-growl. “Your father, Paschar I mean along with Vlad and the others are at debate again.”

“What is it this time?” asked Madeline, placing her hands to hold on to his arms that wrapped around her. Calhoun didn’t reply, but when his gaze did turn to look at one side of the corridor, she turned to see Helena, who looked annoyed as if she was fed up with people. “Ah, I see,” she whispered.

Though Helena had finally agreed to allow Vlad into her life, her demeanour hadn’t changed much when it came to the other people around her, and Vladimir was yet to have her complete heart. But so far, it looked like they had made some progress.

The next to follow her was Lady Monique, and then came Raphael and Beth, before the others joined them in the corridor and near the inner garden.

“Looks like the prince is quite enjoying himself,” said Gabriel.

One of the kitchen maids arrived at the corridor, looking slightly confused, and she quickly bowed her head, “My King, shall I bring the cake to the dining room?” she asked nervously as there were quite some influential people in the castle. The Hawthrone castle had turned into quite an unexpected place because of the Devil’s presence, the Archangel’s, the angel, the head of the High House, the King.

“I think we are missing one person,” murmured Madeline, and soon they saw Ethan Moryett making his way with his wife and his son in his arms.

“My apologies, my King and the Queen, little Victor had a small emergency before we could get into the carriage,” apologised Ethan, Victor being his son who was one year old.

“That’s fine, we haven’t cut the cake yet,” said Calhoun. His eyes then shifted to look at Morven, who hugged Maddox as if the wolf was a toy with both his arms. He said to the maid, “You can bring the cake here.”

“Milord, here?” The maid tried to reconfirm because they were in the corridor and not in the dining room.

“This is a lovely place to celebrate, just family and inside. What do you say, Morven?” questioned Calhoun to his son, and on hearing his question, his son was quick to let go of the black wolf and come to him.

“Yes, papa,” agreed the small boy, and Calhoun picked Morven in his arms. He pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned the small traces of mud and the licks that Maddox gave.

The cake was soon brought in the trolley, and the servants around the castle were quick to hover around the corridor to be part of the prince’s birthday celebration.

The family members and the guests stood around the trolley while Calhoun let Morven down and handed him the knife.

“Make a wish, dear,” said Madeline, before her son would blow out the candles that were in the cake.

Morven brought both his hands together, and instead of making a wish in his mind, he said it loudly, “I wish to spend my day here with grandma Constance.” Madeline was startled with Morven’s wish, and so were the others, as they didn’t expect it.

But not soon, everyone’s eyes shifted to look at Vladimir, who raised his eyebrows, “What? I didn’t do anything,” he said as if he knew nothing about it.

The Devil always played tricks, and this time had decided to make a wish through the small boy.

“Well,” drawled Raphael. “Small children’s wishes move faster than the others so that they can be approved quickly. What are we going to do now?”

“You,” Michael glared at Vladimir as if he couldn’t wait to pull out his staff and smite the Devil for pulling such a trick. “With the Devil’s involvement, the wish cannot be approved.”

Morven looked like a puppy whose ears had suddenly wilted.

“A heartless Archangel breaking a child’s wish of him wanting to meet his grandmother. I expect nothing less from you,” Vladimir fueled the situation. “You are his grand uncle, and you cannot give him one wish on his birthday? How stingy.”

Gabriel placed his hand on Michael so that the two of them wouldn’t start fighting, “How about we deal with it later. The cake looks delicious, Lady Elizabeth. You seem to have found something you are talented in,” praised the Archangel before looking at the boy. “I am sure you are waiting to eat the cake too.”

“You didn’t get any other time to pull that trick?” murmured Paschar at Vladimir.

“Don’t blame me that my great grandson wants to meet his grandmother. He is just missing her,” came Vladimir’s voice in a matter of fact tone.

“He has always been like that,” commented Michael.

“All righty!” said Lady Monique, “It is time to cut the cake!”

“You know, if you-” Vlad started with a small glare. But Raphael quickly started to sing,

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday…”