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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 150 (𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊)

~this is it guys. The last chapter~

-Start of Chapter 150 (Epilogue)-

FIVE YEARS LATER

The boy's laughter rings across the gardens, light and unburdened, as Y/N chases him between the chrysanthemums. She catches him at last, scooping him into her arms as he squeals.

"Sweet boy." she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his dark hair. "So fast already... you'll be taller than me in no time."

For a moment, it looks as though he is hers — the way he clings to her neck, the way her eyes soften, the warmth in her smile.

But then a familiar voice carries across the courtyard.
"Sweetheart! I'm back."

The child wriggles out of her arms, squealing, "Dad!" He runs straight into Sunoo's waiting embrace.

Sunoo ruffles the boy's hair with mock severity. "You addressed Her Highness properly, didn't you?"

The boy looks sheepish. "Yes, Dad. I did."

Y/N frowns, crossing her arms. "Yah, Sunoo. Don't start that again." She flicks his forehead, making him wince dramatically. "I'm his aunt. He'll always call me Auntie, no matter what title I carry."

Sunoo chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Auntie it is." But the boy only laughs, clutching both their hands as though they belong together.

A sudden cry echoes from the shaded terrace. Y/N's steps quicken. She leans over the cradle, her heart softening as she lifts the wailing infant into her arms.

"There, little one... Mummy's here." she whispers, rocking gently. The baby calms, a tiny fist curling in her hair, and soon drifts back to sleep against her chest.

Strong arms slip around her waist from behind, steady and sure. Sunghoon's voice brushes against her ear, low with regret.
"My Lady" he murmurs. "Forgive me. I've been buried in work... I should've tried to come earlier."

Y/N chuckles, her voice warm. "And yet you've come to me even in your busy day. That's enough."

Sunghoon's lips curve against her temple as he carefully takes their daughter into his arms.

He gazes down at the tiny bundle, his eyes filled with reverence. "My joy, my daughter," he whispers, calling her by name. "My Sunyoung."

Together they stand in the golden light, a picture of serenity — a family whole, safe, and loved.

On the far side of the castle, Jungwon leans against the stone rail of his balcony, staring down at the very same scene. 

The family disappeares slowly into the palace, voices fading into the distance. The garden, once filled with life, grows still.

Jungwon watches as Y/N, Sunoo, and Sunghoon slip inside with the children, laughter trailing behind them like sunlight. The chrysanthemums sway gently in the evening breeze, their petals catching the glow of the setting sun.

Jungwon closes his eyes, drawing in a slow breath. Their fragrance clings to the air — warm, faintly sweet, and achingly familiar.

When he opens his eyes, he sees her.

Isla.

She runs through the field of blossoms, her braid loose against her back, the sunset painting fire across her freckled face. She spins, laughter bubbling from her lips, and waves at him with both hands.

"Prince Jungwon!" she calls, her voice as clear as a bell.

His chest tightens, but he smiles. He cannot help it. He smiles because it feels real — because her laughter is beautiful, because for a moment she is alive again.

"Isla..."

She runs further, toward the horizon, her laughter scattering with the petals in the breeze. The sun dips lower, gilding her silhouette in gold.

One life goes, and another is born.

That is the truth of this world.

Immortality had been their curse — a chain binding them to endless loss. To watch everyone they cherished grow old, wither, and fade, while they remained. But here, in this moment, Jungwon began to understand.

Life is precious because it ends.

Life is beautiful because it blooms only once.

A call breaks his reverie.
"Jungwon-ah! Where are you?!"

He turns his head. Y/N's voice carries from the palace.

"Coming, noona!" he answers, steadying himself.

But when he looks back, the field is empty. Too empty. Only wind moves through the flowers.

And yet... he swears he can still hear her laughter, woven into the breeze.

He turns away at last, walking back into the palace.

The orange chrysanthemums sway behind him, their petals whispering secrets to the wind.

"A flower is beautiful, for its bloom is not eternal."

-End of Chapter 150 (Epilogue)-

~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃~