Ashes of the Past ✔️

Forevermore

───── ❝ Chapter Twenty-Eight ❞ ─────

At high tide on a full moon, it's said that dreams can unfold in a place that seem to transcend time and space, a realm where the boundaries of history blurred into a beautiful tapestry of possibility. As the night sky grew bright with twinkling stars the dream-scape rippled into existence there Catherine of Aragon, regal and poised, stood amidst an ethereal garden with blossoms in shades of red and white, reminiscent of the roses of Tudor and the Romanov empires. Beside her, there Adieya stood, standing near a fountain, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and reverence.

Catherine gazed upon Adieya with a warm, knowing smile. "You've changed history, dear Adieya," she began her voice a melody of grace and wisdom. "In the tapestry of time, you've woven a thread of mercy that altered the course of destiny."

Adieya looked at Catherine, her eyes wide with wonder. "It has been a long time coming, Your Highness. But I'm just one person in the vast sea of history. One person's actions should not be able to dictate and change history."

Catherine reached out and touched Adieya's hand, her touch soothing and reassuring. "It is often the actions of one, driven by compassion and courage, that can reshape the fate of many. Your actions, have shown Henry a different path, one that leads away from the tyrant king history had painted him to be."

Adieya's heart swelled with emotion, "What should I do now, Catherine?"

Catherine's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "My dear, the beauty of this place is that time is yours to explore. There are countless chapters in your life yet to be written. You can seize the moments that bring you joy, find love, and nurture your dreams."

As the two women conversed, a soft rustling of leaves caught their attention. Catherine turned to Adieya, her expression one of joyful anticipation. "There are a few people who would very much like to meet you."

Before Adieya could respond, the air seemed to shimmer and ripple. Out of the shimmering light emerged three figures, each one clad in the regal attire of Imperial Russia. Nicholas Romanov, dignified and kind, stood at the forefront, his eyes filled with warmth and gratitude. Beside him, Alexandra Romanov exuded a serene grace, her presence comforting and maternal. And beside her, the young Alexei Romanov, full of life and wonder, looked at Adieya with curiosity.

Adieya's heart swelled with emotion as she realized the significance of their presence. She fell to her knees before them, tears glistening in her eyes. "Your Majesties, I am humbled and honored to stand in your presence."

Nicholas Romanov extended a hand to help her rise. "There is no need for such formality, dear Adieya, my daughter. We have come to thank you for the compassion and kindness you have shown in your actions."

Alexandra Romanov smiled warmly. "You have given this era a chance to be remembered not for its tragedies, but for the hope and grace you've brought."

Alexei Romanov, his youthful energy infectious, grinned at Adieya. "Now, you can embrace the limitless possibilities of the world and life you live and beyond. Enjoy your life with Henry."

Adieya, overwhelmed by the presence of the family she never truly met, and their unexpected kindness, couldn't help but voice her confusion. "I don't understand," she began, her voice trembling. "You don't even know me. I'm not even your actual family."

Nicholas smiled gently, his eyes filled with understanding. "Dear Adieya," he said, his voice carrying the weight of history and the depth of his wisdom, "we've always known you weren't our biological daughter. Long ago, we saw the threads of destiny weave a different tapestry for Anne Boleyn, and we accepted it."