Trigger Warning—For the sake of a much younger audience, younger than 18, I wouldn't advise reading this chapter as it does contains adult contents, perhaps minor language and blood. Just for those who are younger than 18 the first major portion of this chapter reflects on Marion's POV about her life and her sweet relationship with her husband Oritel, and if you went ahead and read the chapter, just gonna say I had warned you! XD
Does anyone like Oritel and Marion (Orion) besides me? Is anyone a fan of them?
Rewrite: The One With The Legendary Flame
Chapter One
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Broken Heart
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She slowly opened her eyes. Her visions were slightly blurred, but she could easily tell that dawn had broke in. Golden sunlight had streamed into her bedroom—a fresh start to a brand new day.
Everything was so silent.
Her memories were all disoriented.
All she could remember was the dark tragedy that had befallen her and her family. Blood. Death. Pain. Lost. Hurt. Broken. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had happened. She had lost him. Oritel was dead. No matter how hard she tired not to believe it or tired to forget or refuse . . .
Marion felt utterly hollow and lost from the inside.
The redhead had finally pulled herself up, finally taking in her surroundings—observing everything carefully—she felt a sudden movement, and her eyes had drifted down to see her older daughter Daphne who slept besides her as the girl tossed in her sleep as Marion smiled at her. Daphne and Bloom were her world now. Her bundles of innocence and joy.
Marion had closed her eyes, feeling a single tear trickle down her cheek—remembering her husband's bright face filled with pure love—oh how he made her world a happier place. All the things he had showed her and the things Oritel had done out of affection for her.
"I love you Marion and always will," his voice had rung crystal clear in the woman's mind.
It hurt.
She could still imagine him being besides her at this very moment in time, greeting her lovely face after waking up from her long dream as he would kiss her on the lips repeatedly with full of passion. His fingers would be in her entangled in her wavy red hair, telling her how much he adored her.
Marion had loved waking up in the morning to seeing his charming face boring to hers. The way Oritel would pull her into his strong arms and simply hold her as he breathed down her neck with loving kisses—feeling so loved by her husband. Their bare bodies pressed against one another as she had felt safe in his arms. The only man in the entire magical universe who made her feel so secured and loved.
Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes once again as another memory of Oritel had flashed in front of her eyes.
Marion had walked in to their bedchambers only to see her husband who had arrived before her as he was out of his royal dress robes now wearing his favorite crimson pyjamas—who was settled in their bed holding both his young daughters in his arms. Bloom's head rested on her father's chest as she looked at him with her innocent blue eyes in fascination.
Marion could tell that her youngest daughter was awake due to hearing her soft baby giggles. Her older daughter Daphne was giving her father showers of endless kisses that had caused Oritel to chuckle deeply—feeling the warm affection from his babies.
Marion had seen the love in her husband's brown eyes he held over their little girls. A playful grin appeared on the woman's face as she approached her small family. She raised a brow at Oritel.
"You're enjoying the girls all to yourself I see?" she laughed lightly.
"Hmm. . . yes I am darling, but I think you coming here had ruined my father-daughter moments," the brown-haired man smirked at his wife in a teasing manner.
"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!" Daphne jumped out of her father's arms excitedly upon seeing her mother's presence in the room, as the redhead opened her arms welcoming her child in a motherly embrace.
"Oh my sweet little Daphne!" Marion laughed, kissing her child on the cheek lovingly.
"You know Marion," Oritel began, as he held his younger child in his arms as he kissed her rosy plumped cheek, "I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the entire universe to have you as my wife and Daphne and Bloom as my daughters. Now come here love," the brown-haired prince urged to his wife, to sit besides him on the bed.
She approached her husband and sat besides him on the bed despite her still being in her pale blue royal gown. The young lovers had looked at their children with full love in their eyes—still in disbelief over the fact that they were married to each other and had young Daphne and baby Bloom.
Marion had watched in fascination as her husband outstretched his finger towards Bloom as her tiny little fingers had wrapped onto her father's large finger.
Oritel's smile had widened upon seeing his ten-months-old daughter grasping at his finger tightly as if not wanting to let go of him. Oritel had loved the way Bloom was holding his finger in her tiny hand—as he secretly hoped to himself that she would remain like that until she was older—but of course that was wishful thinking.
Daphne and Bloom were the prefect angles in his eyes and he wanted them to stay like that forever even if they were full grown women. No father would ever want to imagine his daughter's first lover to only have shattered her heart in the very end.
No. That would infuriate Oritel on a very personal matter entirely. He would not allow a single man to break Bloom and Daphne's hearts. If a man does indeed shatter his daughters' heart, then fury hell would greet him.
"Who's my chubby little girl?" he cooed to little Bloom who hadn't understood what her father had told her and smiled widely at him as Oritel turned his head to give his older a kiss on her rosy cheek. "I love you Daphne so very much."
"Love you too Daddy!" the little blond-haired girl stared at father with a beam on her face.
His heart ached not out of pain, but of pure adoration.
Marion was amused by her husband. She raised a questioning brow directly at him.
"What?" the man had asked, upon seeing his wife's soft expression.
Oritel had dotted over their little bundles of grace at every opportunity he'd gotten, spending quality time with them, savoring each moment he had with his small family never knowing when it was the last.
The prince had lifted his daughter's pink nightdress and blew raspberries into her soft baby belly causing Bloom to burst into a series of giggle—enjoying the way her father was playing with her. Oritel grinned at his daughter. "You like that don't you my sweet Bloom? You silly girl!" he continued to blow more raspberries to her chubby belly.
Marion had gazed at her little Bloom softly also stretching out her finger to her, as the baby girl looked up to her mother in wonderment as Bloom wrapped her tiny chubby fingers around Marion's finger, tightening her squeeze—in that very moment she was simply overjoyed—all the things Marion would show and teach her little girls with so little time.
Oh how blessed Marion and Oritel were to have them and love them as their very own!
What did she and Oritel do to deserve such amazing bundles of grace?
Marion felt her daughter's head resting on her shoulder—Daphne was getting pretty sleepy.
"Are you sleepy my darling?"
Daphne yawned in response to her mother who moved aside to allow Daphne to sleep more comfortably on the bed as her head rested on the soft pillow.
"Sweet dreams, love," the redhead had whispered to her little girl who was finally asleep. Bloom had fallen asleep not to long after her sister, her small hands curled into a fist ball as the baby girl sucked on her pacifier.
"Bloom and Daphne are finally sleeping. Oh they're just too adorable aren't they, Oritel?" Marion muttered softly, stroking both of her daughters' hair.
"Indeed they are my love. After all, the girls have had inherited your beauty Marion," Oritel commented, which caused his wife to blush furiously. He'd loved making her blush. Oritel had cupped her chin, lifting her head to greet her bright face.
Sometimes, Oritel could not believe how much he had loved Marion, his wife.
The prince had cherished her like there was no tomorrow.
He'd started to kiss her softly on the lips before his kisses had started to grow hungrily, craving more from her with each kiss he was giving his beloved redhead princess. The woman could feel his hands tracing all around her body in a wildly manner.
"Oritel," the redhead gave a slight moan in a low voice, not wanting to disturb either of her daughters from their deep slumber, and placed a single finger on her husband's lips grinning at him in a playful manner. He was such a devilish child at times.
"I'm heading off to shower and if you want to come help undress me," Marion said seductively, her vivid green eyes shinned mischievously. Her husband had instantly knew from his wife's infamous look—and unfortunately for him—it was a request that he would never deny (or resist) ever from his beloved Marion.
It was his pure pleasure to give her every ounce of his love fully to her—only her—no one else. After all, he was her husband, her prince charming—the only man that would give into Marion's pleasurable desires—no one else period.
Oritel had watched as his wife made her way to their bathroom, although the way she'd swayed her hips from side to side had imitated Oritel too much that he'd just quickly gotten off the bed, but before he could leave, he had muttered a protective barrier spell around the bed so his two daughters would be safe (not falling off the bed). He smiled upon seeing his two children sleeping so innocently.
Oritel had followed after his wife into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
(Although there was a baby monitor on the counter, just in case if anything had happened to their little girls, they would be there in a blink of any eye).
His gaze had fallen on Marion who had been waiting most patiently for him to arrive and undress her. Oritel had ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red embarrassed by the mere glimpse of his ravishing wife, as if they were a newlyweds, (technically they weren't new—they had been married for nearly four year now).
The tub was filling up with hot steamy water as the mirrors had begun to fog up.
The redhead woman had turned around, smirking at her husband who seemed to be acting like a young boy following his mother's every footstep where ever she'd go and obeying her every wish. It had seemed to Marion, she had lured her own husband under her very own spell—willing to do anything for her.
Marion held her black lacy bra and panties in her hands as it slipped from her hands landing on the marbled white glittering floor. Oritel was unable to resist his utter temptation to not undress his wife.
Oritel was at Marion's side in a heartbeat.
He was behind her. The man gently pressed his lips against her exposed neck as Marion only moaned in response as she placed her hand on her husband's jawline. Oritel's fingers were running through Marion's red-hair slowly taking off the beads and the crown from her head placing it aside on the counter as he kept brushing his lips against his wife's neck more fiercely with each kiss, with a deeper emotion.
"Oh! Oritel!" Marion uttered excitedly, feeling a sizzling sensation wash over her.
Oritel only smirked as he continued to work his magic on his beloved.
His fingers had found the zipper of Marion's pale blue dress and gently began to unzip it. The smooth velvet dress had easily slid off of his wife's body, leaving her entire back-side exposed to him.
Marion had blushed brightly once her dress had slid off, leaving her entirely exposed to her husband as the woman had turned around to greet her husband who was grinning madly like a mischievous child.
Oritel was taken aback by Marion's beauty. His brown eyes devouring every inch of her. It simply amazed him every time seeing her in her natural form despite the fact that it wasn't their first time they would shed all their clothings off. It wasn't long for Marion to undress her husband. Their clothes had laid messily on the floor before the two had stepped into the hot tub.
"So. . .you'd been planning this all day hadn't you, my love?" Oritel questioned her.
Marion had leaned her head against Oritel's chest with a glass of wine in her hand as she took a sip from her glass.
"Indeed I have. It's been months since we hadn't really done this, especially after having our little Bloom. Dragon, I can't believe she's already ten-months-old. It seems to me like it was only yesterday I'd given birth to her. . ." Marion smiled warmly at her husband. "She's growing up so fast."
"Bloom is, isn't she? I just wish the girls could remain our prefect babies forever. I know that's entirely selfish of me for wishing that Mari, but maybe it's a father thing or something, but I don't think I could ever imagine our girls growing up, falling in love and watching them get married to their beloved. Hmm. . . perhaps there should be a rule about that," Oritel stroked his chin with full of interest at his brilliant idea in mind.
"Daphne and Bloom aren't allowed to have any boyfriends until they're thirty-five and that I approve off as well," Oritel finally declared rather happily with his decision over his young daughters.
Marion shook her head laughing at her husband's nonsense of an idea.
"They're not going to like that love. In fact, the girls might hate your very idea," Marion giggled, as she had took another sip from the glass of wine, eyeing her husband with all knowing look. Oritel kissed his wife on her head.
"That's nonsense love. I'm just being an overprotective father to my little girls."
"Honestly Oritel, right now you sound very much like my father," she'd quirked an eyebrow at him, as the woman crossed her arms over her bare chest.
"And now I truly understand your father on that level and not to mention that you were his only girl he had." Oritel responded.
"And I'm still his little girl, despite me being married to you doesn't change a single thing. And I do hope you remember that well," Marion retorted back, taunting at her husband's mere comment.
"Right." Oritel rolled his eyes.
The man smirked at his wife and had decided to splash her in the face, which caused her to shriek playfully.
"Oritel! Wait!" the redhead had laughed as she too decided to play his very game and had splashed him back.
The prince had manage to corner his wife at the edge of the tub, pinning her there as his hands slid down to her hips and his face was close to hers. They looked at each other quite hungrily. Marion had slowly wrapped her arms behind her husband's neck.
"Oritel I love you," the woman whispered, but it sounded more of a moan. Her big green eyes filled with pure wildness that he couldn't be able to tame. Something about her just drove him crazy.
His hands had traced all around Marion's curves, exploring every area he could, traveling all the way up to her plumped breasts. His fingers were running through her long dampened red hair. God, how much he had loved her. He could write over thousands of books, containing over millions of words to express all his love he had for her.
The way she blinked her big green eyes at him innocently. Her pure bright smile on her face, and all the freckles he would count on her face (though he failed every time, as the man would lose his count). Marion was all he ever needed. He couldn't imagine anyone else in his wife's place. She was all his—his queen.
"I love you too, Marion," Oritel had kissed her fully on the mouth passionately, bringing her closer to him. Their bare bodies pressed against each others. There was something so much better than simply kissing his wife or just holding her in his strong arms.
He gave her a loving smile.
The redhead had instantly knew that look her husband was giving her—Oritel desired her. He wanted to love her.
Her fingers had ran through his dark brown hair, as she leaned in close to him and whispered desperately in his ear—her voice sounding irresistible. "Love me, Oritel. Love me like you never had from before." She gave Oritel a flirtatious smile.
Marion had easily surrendered to Oritel's will, allowing him to take full control. Allowing him to do whatever he had pleased with her—as the woman had always enjoyed the way her husband would fill her up with his endless love.
Oritel's brown eyes had ignited with full lust over Marion.
He wanted to show her how much he loved her.
A twisted smile formed on Oritel's lips.
His poor innocent wife was just too submissive to him.
Droplets of water had trickled down her wet face. The redhead woman felt so exhilarated and satisfied. The way he'd shifted his every position so gently, yet so aggressively, made her hot blood surge throughout her entire body.
Marion was left breathless looking positively flushed as she gazed at her husband who was panting—her hot breath ragged—leaving her completely speechless. She was simply left amazed and filled with such wonders.
Oritel knew how to satisfy her very needs deeply.
Her memories had instantly dissolved upon feeling a searing sharp pain at her lower abdomen. Her green eyes had widened in horror upon feeling something liquid trickle down her thighs. Another painful cramp had hit her sides, causing her to groan in such agony.
Was it her period?
She had lost tract of her last period.
But it wasn't the usual pain she would endure when she would be on her period. Something wasn't right here and she had a deep feeling it wasn't period related. . . it was too damn hard to think when all she had felt was pain.
Marion had let out another painful moan.
"Mummy?"
Marion turned her head to see her daughter stirring up from her sleep. The little girl had rubbed her eyes as she yawned. She blinked her eyes as her vision had become much clear—aware of her surroundings.
"Oh, good morning sweetheart," Marion said gently trying to hide her painful voice, without having her daughter to worry about her.
Although a soft knock was heard on the door of her bedroom. It was Leilani who wanted to check up on her daughter-in-law. It hadn't been easy for anyone especially Leilani and Marion after the funeral they had held for former King Hyperion and Crown Prince Oritel.
Leilani had flinched upon the vivid mental images of her beloved dead husband and son as they were being buried into the deep soil of Domino. She had nearly gone into severe depression if it hadn't been for her remaining family members.
"Daphne, sweetie, why don't you open the door for grandma?" she told Daphne who gave her Mum a nod. The redhead had helped her daughter to get off the bed as the little girl had managed to open the door for her grandmother who had held her granddaughter in her arms.
"Marion, are you feeling alright sweetheart?" Leilani asked highly concerned for Marion's well being.
"I-I. . . don't know, there's something wrong with me. . . ugh!" the redhead cried out painfully, her hands clutching at her lower stomach.
Marion winced painfully as she felt more blood leaking between her thighs staining the clean bedsheets.
Something was definitely wrong with her.
Leilani rushed to her daughter-in-law's side, seeing her completely in pain.
"I. . . I don't think it's my period. . . " Marion said in a strained voice, as she gave a slight moan—still her hand clutching to her stomach, as if it would lessen her pain.
Leilani had nearly let out a choked heartbreaking gasp. Her brown eyes had widen for she knew what was going on with her daughter-in-law who seemed to be unaware of her situation. Marion was a young girl and inexperienced for that matter. It had sadden her greatly . . . her thoughts were shattered upon hearing her grandchild's fearful voice.
"Mummy bleeding!" the little girl cried out upon seeing the soaked-stained sheets. Daphne knew that seeing a tiny bit of blood was a bad thing! It's what her parents had always told her especially if its near the head.
"No, no, love it's okay. Mummy's okay Daphne," she had tired to soothe her daughter in a calm voice, reassuring her this was practically normal of a woman to go through. But her daughter was far too young to understand such a concept of what would happen to a girl when she would bloom into a young woman.
"Daphne, your Mummy is okay," Leilani said softly, stroking her grandchild's blond hair, through her brown eyes held glimmer of sadness as she looked down at Marion, not wanting to break such a devastating news to her. Marion was fragile as a teetering glass cup, so telling her in a straightforward manner would make matters for the worse.
"Marion when was the last time you had your period?" the former queen asked carefully.
"I-I don't know. I can't remember," Marion admitted embarrassedly, but sadness was evident in her voice.
Leilani had closed her eyes and chose her words carefully.
"Marion, I do believe I know what's going on with you, and this isn't of your control but sometimes life happens. I don't blame you at all and you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. I know my son wouldn't want to see you grieving or blaming yourself for it. And I can't express how utterly sorry I feel for you at the moment, but you're experiencing a miscarriage."
"A-a m-mi-mis-miscarriage?" Marion uttered repeatedly, as if the word was having a hard time connecting with her brain, unable to process the shocking news Leilani had told her. The woman could still feel the cramping pains hitting her lower stomach.
She had been pregnant with her third child.
Oritel's last child.
Her heart throbbed.
Sad tears had welled up in her green eyes over a shocking realization.
Marion hadn't known she was pregnant at all.
How could she not pay any attention to any of her symptoms she was surely showing? Perhaps she was just in the very early stages of the pregnancy? Something that she couldn't be able to detect on the spot.
Her hand still clutched at her stomach.
Her baby was gone. . .
Marion felt a soft kiss planted on her head, and a hand placed on her shoulder for comfort.
"I'm going to take Daphne to her grandfather to have breakfast. Bloom's still sleeping. And I'll bring you a cup of hot tea and a healing potion," the woman smiled warmly at Marion.
The redhead had watched as Leilani and Daphne had left the room. Out of the corner of her eyes, her little Bloom was still fast asleep in her crib strangling the little stuffed bear in her arms that Oritel had given his daughter awhile back. She smiled weakly at her baby girl.
Marion had been pregnant for the third time with his child—the very last thing she had from Oritel—and now it was gone in a blink of an eye, just like him. She shook into stifle of tears. Her heart ached far too much!
Only if I had known. . . Marion thought miserably to herself.
Marion would've done everything in her power to prevent herself from losing her unborn child.
Daphne and Bloom were the only thing she had left from Oritel. A part of her husband had lived among her daughters and she's more than determined to keep her girls safe from danger (which is why she was living on Earth).
She glanced at the clock in the darkened room, it was almost ten in the morning. And not only that, but today is also a very special day. It was her daughter's very first birthday, despite the fact that she'd suffered a miscarriage, nothing was going to prevent Marion from giving her youngest daughter her very first birthday, the best one, she deserved.
Leilani had brought Marion a cup of hot herbal tea and a healing potion.
It had relieved Marion's pain away and her mood had improved a bit better for the most of the early morning.
Marion had took a quick shower and had dressed herself in a thick wool white dress, curled her red hair, and applied some light make up. Although she kept her wedding ring on her finger as it glimmered under the light, unwilling to take it off (even though she's widowed). After all, she was still married to Oritel, and no other man could ever take his place as her husband and the father of her darling girls.
The redhead had seen her baby daughter who was trying to stand on her feet in her own crib. Marion had picked up her little birthday girl from her crib and smiled at her before giving Bloom a big motherly kiss on her rosy cheeks, giggling.
"My little birthday girl! Now lets see what dress Mummy's going to pick for you!"
Marion smiled at her one-year-daughter, as she still couldn't believe it'd been a year since she'd given birth to such a beautiful, innocent little girl. Marion had decided to dress Bloom in a beautiful blue frilly dress, with white tights, and a silver flowery headband, and small tiny silver earrings.
"I just wonder what your grandfather and uncle are up too? Shall we go down and see?" she asked her child, who hadn't understood a single thing her mother told her but kept smiling at her mother with her bright blue eyes.
Marion noticed that her daughter had recently been beginning to fumble in her words.
"Ma. . . ma . . . ma . . . ma. . ." Bloom babbled.
"Ah! Look who'd finally came down! The birthday girl and her gorgeous mother!" Alec declared in the most dramatic tone Marion had ever heard from her brother, but it had lightened up the mood drastically with his silly announcement. She rolled her eyes at his remark and shook her head, smiling. He had always knew when to brighten up her depressive days.
Marion had noticed that most of the rooms downstairs were decorated with birthday streamers and colourful balloons and there in the living room were stacks of colorful wrapped gifts, and her cheeks had reddened.
All the trouble that her father, brother, and mother-in-law had gone through. . . a part of her felt so selfish that she hadn't exactly participated in all this due to her heartbreaking grief (and for spending most of her days locked up in her bedroom).
"How are you feeling little sis?" Alec's face had grew heavily concerned for his grieving sister as he wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulder, gazing down at her sympathetically.
She looked at her brother. Her green eyes filled with misery and loss. Marion shut her eyes; she could still hear Oritel's lofty voice in her head. His sweet sexy smile he tossed her way. The way he smelled strongly of his cologne. The way she would publicly embarrass herself in front of the prince who had took a great interest in her. The woman could still picture him in front of her eyes. It had stung her heart like a sharp knife.
Marion felt her eyes beginning to fill with hot tears. She blinked her tears away, not wanting to cry in front of her brother any more than she wanted to—not wanting to appear weak and pathetic—but her heart was filled with hollowness. Marion didn't want to breakdown into her brother's arms again. The redhead had let out a deep, heavy sigh. She had to be strong.
"I'm a bit better, but I don't think I could ever get over Oritel's demise. You know I hadn't even realized that I had been pregnant for the third time. I could've given Daphne and Bloom another sibling, perhaps a brother, but I-I had a miscarriage. . . my heart is broken Alec and I don't think anyone could heal my broken heart."
The blond-haired man had pulled his baby sister into a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry little sis that you had to suffer through all this. You and the girls never deserved any of this. Look sis, Oritel wouldn't have wanted you to be this distraught. He would've wanted you to live your life happily with Daphne and Bloom. You know it hadn't been easy to explain to Daphne of what happened to her father?" the man said, looking at his one-year-old niece sadly.
"It really wasn't easy," Marion said as she frowned deeply.
Her mood had shifted slightly as she looked at Bloom who was babbling in her small words. Bloom hadn't began saying mama or dada for that matter and it just hurt Marion's fragile soul knowing that she would never hear her youngest daughter saying dada from her mouth unlike her sister Daphne had.
Daphne had cried knowing that her father wouldn't be around no longer as he had become an angle or so it's what her mother had told her—an easier explanation for a toddler at her age as they don't understand the meaning of death.
"Look Mari, I know I can't give you what Oritel could ever give, but I could give you what a brother would give his sister," he pressed a kiss on his baby sister's forehead. "Now if you don't mind sis, would you hand my niece over to me?"
Marion handed her daughter over to her brother who beamed.
"Look at you Bloom! You're a big girl now aren't you?" he poked at her stomach, tickling the girl entirely as she giggled, "why don't you promise your uncle that you wouldn't grow up so fast like your sister?" Alec tossed the little girl up in the air as Bloom squealed delightedly.
The redhead woman smiled at her beautiful daughter who was enjoying the way her uncle was tossing her up in mid-air and catching her in his hands.
Adrain had spotted his children in the living room, his youngest granddaughter was in the arms of her mother as she was playing with her stuffed bear. "Alec? Marion?"
The two adults had turned their attention to the source of the deep voice that had belonged to their father.
"Daddy?" the redhead whispered brokenly, as Adrain approached his son and daughter.
She hadn't seen her father properly in days, as she mourned over her lost love.
(Technically she hadn't been in a proper state—she had been a wreak).
Adrain had tried to comfort his only daughter, but it'd pained him over seeing how shattered she was as if all happiness had vanished from his daughter's life.
Marion looked in a much better state than she did days earlier or perhaps she was trying to put on a brave face in front of her father, not wanting to worry him much more than Marion needed her father to be.
"Are you alright sweetheart?" the man had asked, as he sat besides his daughter, concern shinning in his vibrant green eyes as he hugged her and kissed her on the forehead. Adrian had never wanted her to endure such suffering or having her heart shattered into a million of pieces. It'd hurt him to see her like this.
"A little better. I still can't believe it's been a week since Oritel's passing," Marion sniffled sadly, as she ran her fingers through her daughter's small red curls who was playing with her stuffed bear innocently.
"It hasn't been easy and I don't know if it'll ever be Dad. For now, I just want to give Bloom a lovely birthday." Marion kissed the top of Bloom's head who was now making silly babbling noises.
"How about going to the park? We'll celebrate her birthday there instead of being cooped up in this depressing house. Besides, my darling you need to see some daylight and the weather is just beautiful," the light-browned haired man spoke smiling, as his gaze had fallen on his granddaughter who seemed to be looking at the adults in pure curiosity.
It was true.
Marion hadn't been out of the house in days, well, ever since after the funeral of her father-in-law and husband she hadn't been wanting to step out of her bedroom. It would do her no good if she did stay all day in the house and on her daughter's first birthday.
"You'd been planning this hadn't you Dad?" the redhead gave a small soft smile.
"Well, all of us actually. We'd thought it would do you good to get you out of the house sis," Alec cut in softly.
Marion's cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink—embarrassed.
Marion had always been the typical girl who liked to leave the house and venture the world alongside her older brother. She never did like to stay indoors very much—finding it boring when there were better things to do in the outside world.
"Your happiness still matters to me, sweetheart," her father began concernedly, "and I just can't see you hurting anymore than you already are. We all want to help you through your grief and that's never easy nor will it ever be. But you still need to find some happiness in your life Marion. What would Oritel tell you right now in this very moment in time?"
Before Marion could have the chance to respond to her father, another voice had answered kindly.
"My son would tell you to live your life and find happiness again. He wouldn't want you moping all day and not leave the house." Leilani spoke from the end of the living room, holding her granddaughter's hand in hers. Daphne was wearing a lovely plum dress and her hair was in soft curls. The little girl was beaming at her grandmother excitedly about something.
"Marion, what would your mother tell you? Do you remember her last words to you?" Adrain said, as he recalled his wife's last words to him about their children's well being and his own. Marion could barely remember her mother's own words to her as it was all fuzzy. She had been a young girl when her mother had passed away.
"Our happiness is what mother had cared about the most, no matter how dark or tough times get, we have to be strong and endure as much as we can. We've to have hope." Alec had remembered parts of his mother's last words in the world.
Leilani had walked up to Marion. "Your family is right Marion. Oritel would be most upset with you knowing that you wouldn't be happy again. You have to think about Daphne and Bloom who are so young and they're not going to remember any of this. You have to keep telling them stories about their father Oritel just like what Adrain did with you and Alec."
"Mummy, we going to park!" exclaimed little Daphne who looked at her Mum and baby sister Bloom with eagerness in her warm honey coloured eyes.
Marion looked at her little girls.
Her family was right.
Oritel definitely wouldn't want her to be miserable.
Her daughters were her happiness, her world, her everything.
Marion wouldn't have it any other way.
Author's Note
This chapter had officially destroyed me as I was writing it! I'd broke my own heart in the process of writing the scenes of Oritel and Marion! I'm so sorry. . . I'd shedded so many tears!
Oritel and Marion are my number one top favourite couple on the show followed by Luna and Radius (I must know why they'd gotten a divorce in the first place as it'd been bugging me since Season 1 besides they couldn't get along—I need that reason what went wrong in their relationship).
I didn't think I was updating this anytime soon since I'm currently writing chapter seventeen of The Magical Child which might be updated in the next couple of days!
Okay, I do have a question here: would you like this story as a Harry Potter/Winx Club crossover or simply a rewritten Winx Club story alone? I could do it both ways, I'd like to hear your opinion on it, to see how more interesting this story could get?
Like always please leave your reviews and comments down below! I really do appreciate it and love to hear your thoughts about it!
Until Next Time!