Chapter 576 - The beautiful promise...

The subtle first golden sun rays hit the blonde girl's silky hair, making them look like a beautiful fire. She was lying down comfortably on the pool chair, her face directly facing the sleeping boy on top of the adjoining chair. She frowned a bit and then took a deep breath, inhaling the morning fragrance of the fresh flowers around her. She smiled a bit, feeling extremely positive and slowly opened her eyes, still extremely sleepy. As soon her vision cleared up the first thing she saw was a boy's head not much far away from her own head. He was taking deep relaxed breaths and was in a deep sleep. She smiled a little and kept gazing pleasantly at the boy sleeping next to her. Suddenly all the memories of yesterday night with him, re- occured in her head and she could not help but feel immense happiness in her heart. The kind of happiness she had felt, only when she was with her mother.

This was probably the first time, she had felt so special about a person. As if she shared something special with the boy, which was far more pure and beautiful than any thing in this world. For the first time, their was no conspiracy or malice in her heart against the other person, neither did she have any underlying motive regarding him. She looked at the boy, his one hand lying hanging loose from the chair, while his palm half open ponting towards her.

Cheryl noticed a thin beautiful ring on the boy's finger and she lifted her hand to touch the ring. As soon as she touchd the ring with her index finger, a slight wave of current travelled in her body and she immediately retraced her hand, startled at the effect. "It must be the static, I believe."

She looked at the beautiful looking ring yet again and let out big yawn from her mouth. She once touched the ring feeling the same wave of current. She caressed her finger slightly on top its rough surface and then closed her eyes. She was feeling extremely sleepy and relaxed.

She smiled and then once again her eyes dropped and she dozzed off in a deep slumber, her finger still touching the boy's metallic ring. Suddenly, the ring started to work its magic and the girl was immediately transported to a different era. She was now a small girl of about five years old, dressed in a white one sided cape. Her long hair were beautifully decorated with red flowers, but her beautiful tiny face was sad. She was runnnig rapidly towards a royal chamber, her pretty eyes filled with tears. She ran inside the gigantic chamber, where her mother was sitting in one corner on a stine made chair, reading an old inscribed book.

"Mother! Mother!" The pretty little girl ran towards her mother hugging her tightly. She was now sobbing uncontrollably, hugging her mother very possessively. Claira looked at the little girl in surprise and patted her head lovingly. "What is it my dear daughter? Why are you crying? Did you hurt some where while playing with Jona?" Claira looked at the little girl, checking for any sort of bruises in her arms and legs.

"No mother, but that old fortune teller lady in the garden told me that I am not my father's daughter. And you always say that the old lady says just the truth. Tell me mother, am I not my father's daughter? Does father not love me anymore? I am scared mother! Tell me." The little girl wiped away her tears, looking in her mother's eyes for answers.

Claira was stunned for a few seconds hearing the girl's words. The whole kingdom knew that the old fortune teller, never lied with her predictions so now Claira had to come up with a satisfactory explanation for the kid to make her happy. "My dear, there is nothing to feel sad about this. What the old lady told you is the truth but then there is a reason for that. You are a special child, who is the Lord's gift to us. So, if you are the lord's child then how can you be your father's child? Is not it? We prayed for a special gift from God and he gifted you to us after several prayers. This is what the old lady was trying to say. And father loves you a lot my dear. Do not cry!' Claira wiped the little girl's tears and patted her head lovingly.

The little girl, who looked exactly like Claria smiled happily, her wide gap between her two front tooth visible now. "Ok mother. I got it now. I am going to play with Jona again. I will tell Jona about this too." The little girl ran out of the chamber excitedly, towards the garden once again. 

"Jona! Jona!" The little girl happily ran towards a brown haired boy, who was currently looking angrily at the old fortune teller lady. The boy dressed in a brown royal robe, was slightly elder and taller to the little girl and currently looked mighty angry at the fortune teller. "You have made my dear friend cry. I will punish you!" He spoke angrily at the lady.

"Jona! Jona! Do not scold her, it is not her fault that I am a special child. I am God's child, gifted to mother and father by the lords. So if I am Lord's child, how can I also be my father's child?" She smiled looking at the anrgy boy.

"So you mean to say you are Lord's child? You are not my brother's child? So does that mean that we can also marry each other, since you are not my neice?" Jona smiled looking at pretty little girl.

"Jona? You want to marry me? I am too small." The girl blushed hearing the boy's words. 

"Oh! I did not think of that. In that case, I will wait for us to grow up and I promise, I will marry you not just in this lifetime, but every life time. I will take care of you and will punish anybody who makes you cry. Ok?" Jona held out his palm happily towards the girl. The little girl blushed again and then quickly placed her palm on the boy's palm. "Ok Jona. I am your wife from now, just like my mother is my father's wife." They both smiled at each other and then once again sat near the edge of the river in the garden, enjoying its beauty and holding each other's hand silently.