Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 191: World beyond the mirror

Chapter 191: World beyond the mirror

Inside the room Ave entered was covered in dust and cobwebs; it was like it had not been cleaned in a long time. The beds were covered with even more dust, and she looked around for the voice that was calling her name. Her eyes fell on the vanity table where a big mirror was kept. She gasped in shock and disbelief at the sight before her in the mirror. Instead of seeing her reflection, she saw something strange.

The mirror showed images upon images, though Ave didn’t recognize them. One in particular caught her attention. It was an image of two little girls playing in a beautiful flower garden. Among the girls, one had red hair that looked so much like Selene’s, while the other one had black hair. Their laughter echoed out of the mirror and reached her ears.

Ave frowned as she felt that invisible pull forcing her forward to the mirror.

"Aveline..." came the breezy voice from the mirror that had been calling her name. The images stopped on the two little girls in the garden, and as her eyes lingered on it, the glass of the mirror began to ripple, as if a drop of water had fallen onto a still pond. The mirror’s surface undulated, waves of light rolling across it in gentle folds, each ripple leaving a ghostly shimmer in its wake.

Tentatively, she raised her hand and reached forward, her fingers brushing against what should have been cold, hard glass—only to sink in. The surface yielded like cool liquid, enveloping her hand as it slipped through effortlessly, her skin tingling with a strange warmth. Her eyes widened in shocked disbelief.

It was as if the mirror were breathing, inviting, beckoning, alive with a mysterious pull that hinted at worlds beyond. And when she reached her hand deeper into it, she was pulled into the mirror with a strong force that jerked her forward before she could resist or pull back. She yelped and disappeared into it.

Right at the entrance of the door of the room, Madeline, who had been following Ave since the time she noticed her walk into the palace from her balcony and watched the time she and Isolde were talking, looked at the mirror in horror and astonishment. Selene was indeed a witch!!!

Ave, who had been pulled into the mirror, fell face down into a beautiful garden where the laughter and joy of the girls echoed in the air like music. They giggled as they chased after colorful butterflies. Ave looked around at how roses and different flowers bloomed, and how the sky looked so bright and beautiful with birds flying overhead. The grass beneath her feet was smooth, and so was the air.

She saw the girls running in her direction, and she looked ready to ask them where this place was, only to realize they couldn’t see her as they ran past her body, chasing a yellow butterfly. She was invisible? She thought as she looked down at her transparent hands and realized she was indeed invisible.

"Lyria! Look at the purple butterfly right over there!" yelled the red-haired girl to the black-haired girl, and Ave swirled around as she recognized that name. Wasn’t that the name of Lucian’s mother? Wait, was she back in time when his mother was young? Ave thought as she stared at the girl named Lyria and also recalled Lucian’s description of his mother that night they were at her grave.

’She was the kindest person I have ever known in all of my life. She had beautiful brown eyes and black hair,’ he had told her, and just like his description, this little girl who seemed to be no more than eleven or twelve had black hair and brown eyes. If she was indeed Lucian’s mother, what was Ave doing back when she was young? And who was the other red-haired girl with her?

"Anne! I caught the purple one!" giggled Lyria to the other girl, and Ave’s eyes widened as she realized who the red-haired girl was. Selene’s mother! Ave knew her name was Anne from one night when Lydia was telling her about Selene’s mother, when she first came here and was fishing for answers from the girl.

’I have forgotten a lot of things after my accident,’ Ave had lied to Lydia that night as she clutched her head like she was suffering from the worst headache. ’I would like you to remind me of everything about my life and family. What are my parents’ names?’

’Your mother’s name was Anne Glynn and your father’s was Kori Glynn...’

Lyria and Anne were childhood friends? Ave wondered as she watched the girls putting an innocent butterfly into a bottle a servant girl about their age was holding out for them. Knowing she was here for a reason, Ave decided to stick around and see what she was pulled here for. When things like this happen in movies, a revelation was about to unfold, and she would like to see what that was.

She walked forward to the girls as they shook the butterfly inside the bottle. "You can keep this in your chamber this time, Anne. The last time you caught one, you gave it to me, so I will give you this. We can both feed them with our powers just like Miss Donna taught us in our magic class lesson." Lyria clapped excitedly as she handed the bottle to her friend, whose blue eyes glimmered happily. And now that Ave was standing up close, she couldn’t help but notice the girl’s striking resemblance to Selene. The hair and the eyes—it was like a copy and paste of a mother and child.

"We can exchange the butterflies on the day we will both get married to our prince charming!" Anne said as she sat down on the grass with Lyria, who nodded. "Aye, that is a wonderful idea. Did you know I had a dream about my prince charming last night? He is handsome and has the most gentle hands like in that book Miss Donna reads to us. The book about the prince and the princess." She sighed as she stared at the sky dreamily, and Anne giggled.

"You are also a princess, so you will marry a prince, and you two can live like the prince and princess in the book, while I will marry a noble man because I am no princess. I am just a daughter of the prime minister of Gina. While I will stay in my land, you, as a princess, will go to another land to marry a prince." Anne said as she looked away from the sky and glanced at her friend, and Ave, who was standing at the side, noticed their smiles fall away as if they thought of something unpleasant at the same time.

"When that time comes, we will be separated," Lyria muttered with a bitter smile and a sad look in her brown eyes. She reached out and held Anne’s hands, who looked as sad as she. "When that time comes, we shall write letters to each other every day and tell each other about how our prince charming is to us. No distance can separate us or break our bond; I will forever be your friend."

They both broke out into tears and laughed at the same time as they hugged each other fiercely. Ave saw Anne take off a purple pearl bracelet from around her wrist as she hugged Lyria, and when they pulled away, she gave the bracelet to her and said, "I made this last night when I couldn’t sleep. I want you to have this, Lyria, as a token of my likeness for you, since only your husband can give you a token of love." She giggled as she put it on her wrist.

Ave, who watched, couldn’t help but smile as she couldn’t believe the kids of twelve years were already talking about husbands until she realized the bracelet was the same as the one around her wrist. Anne had given this to Lyria, and Lyria had given it to her son...

"Your Highness, Her Majesty summons you to her chambers!" came a voice, and by the time Ave looked up, she realized Lyria had grown older than she was in the garden, and the two were now sitting on a swing in that same garden, eating apples. They looked to be the age of eighteen or seventeen now. Anne now looked almost identical to Selene.

"You should go ahead. Her Majesty won’t like it if you keep her waiting, Lyria." Anne nudged her shoulder when she made no attempt to get up from the swing and answer her mother’s calls.

Lyria sighed as she looked down at the apple she was cutting and eating and said, "I know why she is calling me into her chambers again. I really don’t want to go to the imperial palace; I don’t want to be a concubine to Emperor Alaric, Anne. He is not the man I imagined as my prince charming. I’ve always dreamed of marrying someone I love, a prince, not a ruthless Emperor who is against our kind and will kill me if he knew what I possessed or what my land is hiding..." she muttered brokenly.

She was to be taken to the imperial palace in a week as the first concubine of the Emperor, not even his consort. Her family wanted to give her away to protect their people from the Emperor, to protect their secrets. Lyria didn’t want to, but to protect her land, she had to sacrifice not just her happiness but everything she had come to learn and love and her identity as a witch.

Anne pulled her into her embrace and assured, "Don’t worry, you never know what will happen after you are taken there. The Emperor won’t be able to resist your beauty; he will make you into his consort and be your prince charming. Miss Donna had once said love is strong enough to melt the coldest heart. Give him your love and watch him bloom under your eyes."

Lyria chuckled as she pulled away, "Easy for you to say; you will be marrying Lord Kori Glynn in three days. You two fell in love at first sight. Kori couldn’t resist your beauty despite already having a wife at home. Don’t think it will be the same for me with that ruthless Emperor." She scoffed as she stood up and arranged her dress, then looked at Anne, "He is not my type." She left to go meet her mother while Anne watched her walk away with a bitter smile on her face.

"I am going to miss you so much, Lyria." A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away.

Ave almost didn’t know who she was supposed to follow among the two to get answers to whatever reason she was pulled here to watch the girls grow. Thankfully, she didn’t have to follow them because time swirled before her eyes, and it was finally the day of Anne’s marriage to Selene’s father.

The two girls cried as the carriage arrived to take Anne to her new home. It was a heartwarming and heartbreaking scene to Ave, who was just an invisible bystander as she watched them saying goodbyes at the carriage side.

"I will write to you every day, Anne. And don’t forget to reply to me, or I will be so sad. Also, I will remember to ask you how it feels on your wedding night tomorrow," Lyria sobbed as she whispered to her friend’s ear, and when they pulled away, Anne had to be dragged into the carriage by her husband, who lifted her and placed her inside before he held her in his embrace.

Lyria didn’t go back inside like the rest who had escorted the bride to the carriage until she watched it disappear into the distance. She glanced down at the purple bracelet around her wrist and wept silently to herself under the moonlight.

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