RAHIENA ZHEQUIN BLEXEN AS THE PAST QUEEN AND FUTURE’S LOST CROWN PRINCESS

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

One bright morning in the palace, Queen Luxacia was feeling frustrated, her patience thinner than ever. Everything seemed to irritate her, from the way the servants moved around to the Prince’s constant hovering. She had just finished eating a plate of orange slices and watermelon when she noticed Prince Frixetro entering the room with a doctor.

“What’s going on?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why is there a doctor here, my Prince?”

Frixetro smiled nervously. “My love, my parents and I were concerned about you. You’ve seemed… different lately. We thought it would be best to have you checked over, just to be sure.”

Queen Luxacia gave a resigned sigh, though inwardly she felt a bit of relief. Maybe the doctor could explain why she’d been feeling so strange. She gestured for the doctor to proceed, watching as he bowed respectfully before gently examining her.

After a moment, the doctor’s face lit up with a joyful smile. “Congratulations, Your Majesty and Your Highness! You’re expecting a child—a little angel who will soon bring even more light to the Kingdom.”

Luxacia’s eyes widened. A wave of emotions rushed through her—surprise, joy, even relief as she realized why her moods had been so unpredictable.

Prince Frixetro’s face broke into a huge grin as he turned to his wife, his heart swelling with happiness. “Luxacia! We’re going to have a child!” he exclaimed, moving closer to hug her.

She looked up at him, her face softening. “It seems that this little one was the reason for all my strange moods,” she said with a small smile.

Overcome with joy, Frixetro lifted her gently, spinning her around in celebration. “I knew there had to be a reason!” he laughed, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “You’ve given me the greatest gift, Luxacia. I can’t even express how happy I am.”

Just then, King Nethro and Queen Haxena entered the chamber, surprised to see their son twirling Luxacia in his arms.

“What’s all this excitement about?” Queen Haxena asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Frixetro, with a radiant smile, set Luxacia down and turned to his parents. “Mother, Father—I have wonderful news! Luxacia is expecting. We’re going to have a child!”

King Nethro’s face lit up, and he reached out to clasp Frixetro’s shoulder. “This is marvelous news, my son! A grandchild… what a blessing for our Kingdom.”

Queen Haxena’s eyes filled with tears of joy as she embraced Luxacia. “Oh, my dear, you’ve given us such happiness. You are truly a gift to this family and this Kingdom.”

Luxacia, feeling warmth radiate from their support, nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Your Majesties. I feel blessed to bring new hope to Jewdexi. I’m honored to be part of this family.”

King Nethro smiled proudly. “Our Kingdom has faced many challenges, but this child will bring peace and joy. Frixetro and Luxacia, your union has already given us so much, and now you’re giving us the future.”

Frixetro took Luxacia’s hand, gazing at her with love and devotion. “Our child will grow strong and wise, guided by this family and the love we share.”

Queen Haxena placed a gentle hand on Luxacia’s shoulder. “You will be a wonderful mother, dear Luxacia. We are all here for you, every step of the way.”

Luxacia felt a swell of happiness, a warmth that grew with each loving word. In that moment, surrounded by her new family, she realized she truly belonged in Jewdexi, not just as a queen but as a mother and a beloved wife.

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One bright morning, Prince Frixetro stood beside his wife, Queen Luxacia, gently placing his hand on her growing belly. A warm smile crossed his face as he spoke softly to their unborn child, "Little one, I’m off to take care of our people in Alephorea, but I promise, I’ll be back soon. Keep your mother safe until then, will you?"

Queen Luxacia looked at him, her face a blend of worry and love. "Must you go, Frixetro?" she asked quietly. "I know Alephorea is your responsibility, but... I wish you could stay."

Frixetro took her hands in his. "I understand, Luxacia, truly. But with you and our daughter here, my heart is at ease knowing you’re safe in Jewdexi. Alephorea still needs my guidance, and I must ensure everything is running smoothly there." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "But I won’t be gone long. I swear it."

With a sigh, Luxacia nodded. "Then go with my blessing, my love. I know our daughter and I will wait here for you. But don’t take too long." She managed a smile, though her eyes held a glimmer of worry.

Just then, Queen Haxena, Frixetro’s mother, entered the room, her hands folded in front of her. "Frixetro," she began, "your father and I have complete confidence in your ability to balance both kingdoms. Still, we’ll be here to look after Luxacia and ensure everything runs smoothly here in Jewdexi while you’re away."

Frixetro turned to his mother, a thankful smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Mother. It’s reassuring to know you’re here for them." He glanced back at Luxacia. "I’ll be thinking of you every day."

The King, standing nearby, added, "Remember, son, you’re always welcome to return any time. Jewdexi is as much your home as Alephorea.

Frixetro nodded. "I won’t forget, Father. And I’ll keep both kingdoms’ best interests in my heart."

He turned one last time to his sister, Princess Niveria, who lay peacefully on her bed. Even in her cursed sleep, she looked serene. Frixetro leaned close and whispered, "Just a little longer, Niveria. Soon, our daughter will break this curse and wake you. Hold on, dear sister."

As he straightened, he took a deep breath, looking around at his family—the people he loved more than anything. "I’ll return soon, with Alephorea in good hands," he said, his voice full of determination.

Queen Luxacia held his hand, giving it one last squeeze. "Stay safe, my love. Come back to us as soon as you can."

With a final wave, Prince Frixetro left the chamber, stepping out to begin his journey to Alephorea. He mounted his horse and, looking back one last time at the palace, whispered, "For you, my family, and for the future of both our kingdoms."

As he rode off, Luxacia placed her hand on her belly, murmuring softly to their unborn child, "Your father loves you so much. Together, we’ll bring hope to Jewdexi... and we’ll be here waiting for him.

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Deep within Meniphen Mountain, Hellio stood in the midst of a dark, eerie forest, his eyes glowing with a fierce, malevolent light. His thoughts were consumed with hatred, his desire for chaos burning stronger than ever. He gritted his teeth as he stared toward the peaceful Kingdom of Jewdexi.

"It's time," he muttered, his voice full of anger. "The little angel shall never see the light of day. And when the child is gone, the throne will be mine!" He clenched his fists as he called forth the thousands of insects and twisted creatures under his command. "Go! Bring chaos to their doorsteps, shatter their peace!"

His creatures scattered across the land like a plague, ready to destroy everything in their path. Hellio's plan had already set in motion, and he felt a dark satisfaction at the thought of the chaos that would soon engulf the Kingdom of Jewdexi.

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Meanwhile, in the palace of Jewdexi, the maids were in a state of panic. They watched in horror as Princess Niveria, who had been in a deep, unnatural slumber for months, began to walk with her eyes closed. Her movements were erratic, and her breathing was shallow as she drifted down the halls toward Queen Luxacia's chamber.

One of the maidens screamed. "Princess Niveria... she's... walking! But she’s not awake!" Panic spread through the room like wildfire as the maids scrambled to follow the Princess, their hearts racing with fear.

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In Queen Luxacia's chamber, the Queen was enjoying a quiet moment, her hand resting on her belly. But the sudden disturbance in the hall drew her attention, and she stood quickly, concerned.

"What is happening?" she called out, looking toward the door as the maids and soldiers rushed into her chamber. "Why is the Princess here?"

As the door opened, Princess Niveria stumbled into the room, her eyes still shut, her face an eerie mask of calm. The maidens rushed to her side, trying to stop her, but the Princess pushed them away, her movements jerky and unnatural.

Before anyone could react, Niveria made a sudden, aggressive motion, her hand rising to strike. Queen Luxacia's eyes widened in shock, but she instinctively stepped back, raising her hands in defense. "Niveria!" she shouted, her voice full of concern. "What’s happening? Why are you acting like this?"

The soldiers quickly intervened, seizing both of Niveria's hands, preventing her from hitting the Queen. But the Princess fought against them with surprising strength, her eyes still closed, her body trembling with a strange energy.

"Princess Niveria, what is wrong?" one of the maidens asked, her voice quivering. "Please, stop! You’re not yourself!"

Queen Luxacia looked between the struggling Princess and the maidens, her heart racing. She could feel something dark in the air, a presence that made her skin crawl. She turned to the soldiers. "Hold her down! She’s not herself... something’s happening to her!"

As Niveria’s body shook, Luxacia could feel the weight of a powerful force surrounding her—something she hadn’t felt in a long time. The room felt colder, and Luxacia realized with dread that the Princess was not acting of her own will.

"Stop!" Queen Luxacia ordered, her voice growing firm, yet filled with concern. "What’s going on with her?"

One of the soldiers spoke, his voice trembling with fear. "Your Majesty, we don't know. But it seems like something unnatural is taking control of the Princess. She hasn't been awake for months... and now... she's acting like this."

Queen Luxacia’s eyes widened in realization. "It must be the curse," she whispered, her heart heavy with dread. "But what’s making her do this now? Why has she... awakened in this way?"

Suddenly, the room began to shake. A terrible, dark presence filled the air as a strange force began to claw at the edges of the room. Queen Luxacia looked out the window, seeing dark clouds gathering on the horizon. "It’s Hellio," she murmured, recognizing the signs of an impending disaster. "He’s making his move. We have to protect the Princess and the Kingdom."

The soldiers held Niveria down as Queen Luxacia turned to them, her voice sharp and commanding. "Get the healers! Find out what’s happening to her—immediately! And prepare the Kingdom for an attack!"

As the soldiers scrambled to carry out her orders, Queen Luxacia stood firm, her hand resting protectively on her belly. She knew that the battle for her family’s future was about to begin.

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Prince Frixetro’s instincts screamed at him as he sped through the gates of Jewdexi, his heart racing with every step. Something was terribly wrong. The air felt thick with a malevolent presence, and as he approached the Kingdom’s walls, a shiver ran down his spine. Darkness was trying to seep inside, as if the very walls themselves were trembling under the weight of an unseen force.

Without a second thought, Frixetro pushed forward, his footsteps echoing in the silent halls of the palace. His mind raced with thoughts of Queen Luxacia, of his daughter still growing inside her, and of Niveria’s sudden, terrifying behavior. He had never felt so helpless in his life, but his senses told him that time was running out. He couldn’t afford to hesitate.

Arriving at his wife’s chamber, Frixetro flung open the door with force, his breath heavy from the run. Inside, he was met with the sight of his wife sitting beside Niveria, who lay unconscious on the bed. His heart clenched. His sister’s strange actions and his wife’s distressed expression filled him with dread. He stepped forward immediately, eyes scanning the room as he reached Queen Luxacia’s side.

"Luxacia," he said urgently, kneeling beside her. His voice was a mix of concern and determination. "What’s happening? Are you all right? Is our daughter—?"

Queen Luxacia turned to him, her eyes wide with the same fear he felt. "Frixetro, I—I don’t know," she replied, her voice shaky. "Niveria... she was not herself. She was acting out of control, trying to harm me. It’s like something is taking over her. I... I can feel it too. There’s something wrong, something dark in the air."

Frixetro’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. He looked down at Niveria, whose pale face seemed eerily calm now that she was unconscious. His mind raced, the weight of responsibility pressing on his chest. He turned to the soldiers who stood by the door, waiting for orders.

"Keep your eyes peeled," he commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. "Hellio’s followers are outside, trying to break in. I can feel the darkness gathering. We don’t have time to waste."

The soldiers nodded, and Frixetro turned back to Luxacia, gently taking her hand in his. "I’m not going to let anything happen to you or our child," he vowed, his voice fierce.

Luxacia squeezed his hand, her fear mingling with relief. "We need to stop this," she whispered, her eyes looking toward Niveria. "I can feel... the curse is growing stronger. It’s not just Niveria. It’s everything. It’s Hellio’s doing. He’s trying to destroy us all."

Frixetro’s expression hardened. "We won’t let him. I’ll protect you both, no matter what."

As he turned to leave, he motioned for the soldiers to follow him. "Prepare the Kingdom. We need to fortify every entrance, and every soldier must be on high alert. Hellio wants the throne, chaos, and he’ll do anything."

Before he left the room, he stopped by Niveria’s side, staring down at her with a mix of love and sorrow. "I’m sorry, Niveria," he murmured quietly. "You’ve been through so much already. I’ll find a way to save you."

Luxacia placed her hand on his arm, her voice gentle. "Frixetro, we need to hurry. The Decrexi flower... It’s our only hope. Our daughter will be the key to curing Niveria’s curse, but we need to act now."

Frixetro nodded, his mind working furiously. "We’ll find it, Luxacia. I promise. We’ll fight this together, for Niveria, for our child, and for Jewdexi."

As he left the room, the weight of the Kingdom’s fate bore down on him. The peace they had known was slipping away, and a storm was brewing, one he feared might be too great to stop. But he was a Prince, and he would fight until his last breath to protect his family. He had already lost so much—he wouldn’t lose them again.

Outside, the soldiers moved swiftly, preparing for the impending attack. Every corner of the Kingdom had to be secured, every citizen protected. Frixetro’s gaze turned toward the horizon as he set his jaw in resolve. The battle was just beginning.

The sound of chaos echoed through the Kingdom of Jewdexi, the ground trembling under the force of the dark forces unleashed by Hellio’s followers. Frixetro’s heart pounded in his chest as he commanded his soldiers to hold the line. His mind was still partly with his wife, Queen Luxacia, eight months pregnant and growing more vulnerable with each passing moment. Every part of him wanted to be by her side, but duty had a different call.

His soldiers clashed with the dark creatures at the gates of the Kingdom, weapons raised high, determined not to let Hellio’s army breach their walls. The air was thick with tension, and every passing moment felt like an eternity.

"Hold the line! Do not let them break through!" Frixetro shouted to his soldiers as he swung his sword, cutting down one of Hellio’s followers. His face was a mask of determination, but inside, his worry for his wife intensified.

Back in the palace, the tension was unbearable as Queen Luxacia, in the midst of it all, began to feel the weight of her stress and exhaustion. Her body had been under so much strain that she couldn’t hold on any longer. The feeling of labor came as a shock.

"Your Majesty, you must remain calm. We will help you," one of her trusted maidens said, her voice shaky but determined as she rushed to Luxacia's side. The Queen, pale and fragile, clutched the edge of the bed, struggling to keep her composure despite the panic creeping into her heart.

"I—It’s too soon," Luxacia gasped, her breath shallow. "The baby… the baby… Frixetro!" She cried out, her voice breaking with worry for her husband. She could feel every moment of stress she had experienced over the last few weeks crashing down on her now, and it was becoming too much to bear.

"Your Majesty, please, try to remain calm," Vilra Sheign urged again as she quickly prepared for the birth. Another handmaiden ran to fetch the doctor, but the air was thick with anxiety, and every moment felt like an eternity.

"We can’t wait for the doctor. She’s giving birth now," the lead handmaiden Vynlira said, fear and determination both apparent in her voice. "The child needs to be born safely, and we will make sure that happens."

As Queen Luxacia’s cries echoed through the chamber, the handmaidens worked together in swift motion, setting up a safe space for the delivery. The doctor, reluctant to come out during such turmoil, had to finally make her way inside after hearing the Queen’s screams.

"My Queen," the doctor said, stepping into the chamber quickly. "You must breathe. It’s time now, and you are strong. You can do this."

Luxacia’s eyes were filled with tears. She could feel herself losing strength but forced herself to stay focused. "I want him here," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I want Frixetro…"

The doctor and the handmaidens exchanged concerned looks, knowing the Prince was far away, fighting for the Kingdom’s safety.

"Your Majesty, you must focus. Frixetro will be proud of you. For now, you must focus on bringing this little angel into the world," the doctor said gently, her voice calm but firm.

With one final push, the room went still for a moment. A soft cry broke the silence. The handmaidens and the doctor worked quickly, cleaning and wrapping the baby in a cloth. They carefully placed the newborn in the Queen’s arms, the tiny angel now in her embrace. The little angel is born normally behind the chaos everywhere that is happening within and outside the Kingdom.

Luxacia’s breath was shallow, but a soft smile broke through her exhaustion as she gazed down at her newborn child. "She’s beautiful," Luxacia whispered, her voice filled with love. "Our little angel."

Outside, as Frixetro fought fiercely at the gates, his thoughts flashed to his wife. He couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong, but he couldn’t leave his post. He didn’t know yet that his wife had already given birth to their child. The battle raged on as Frixetro gave everything he had to keep the Kingdom safe.

"Hold them off!" Frixetro shouted as he swung his sword again, slashing through the ranks of Hellio’s followers. "We can’t let them in. Protect our people!"

But even as he fought, his heart was torn. He needed to know what was happening to Luxacia. He needed to be with her. The battle was intense, and his generals fought bravely alongside him, but Frixetro couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his gut that something had changed in the Kingdom—something he wasn’t there to witness.

In the royal chamber, the handmaidens watched over Luxacia and her newborn daughter, relieved that both were safe. The little angel had been born prematurely, but she was strong, and the Queen had survived the ordeal. The handmaiden stood together in awe, thankful for the Queen’s resilience.

"Your Majesty, you’ve done it," one of the handmaiden said softly. "The little angel is here, and both of you are safe."

Luxacia looked down at her baby, tears streaming down her face. "She’ll be the one to save us all," she whispered, her heart swelling with love and hope. "She’s our hope for Niveria and of our Kingdom's people."

Just as she spoke, one of the soldiers hurried into the room, his breath quick and his face flushed with urgency.

"Your Majesty, Prince Frixetro has returned to the Kingdom! He’s heading this way!" the soldier reported. "He’s been fighting off Hellio’s forces at the gates. We’ve managed to hold them off for now."

Luxacia’s eyes filled with tears at the news. "He’s coming back? Thank the gods," she whispered, relief washing over her.

Outside, Frixetro’s soldiers had finally pushed back the dark forces, but Frixetro himself was weary and bruised. He turned back toward the palace, his heart racing as he moved toward his wife. Every step closer felt like an eternity, but he would not let anything stop him from seeing his family.

As Frixetro stepped into the royal chamber, his gaze immediately fell on Luxacia, holding their newborn daughter in her arms. His heart swelled with love and pride as he rushed to her side.

"Luxacia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Our daughter..."

Luxacia smiled through her exhaustion, her hand gently cupping the tiny baby in her arms. "She’s here, Frixetro. Our little angel."

Tears filled his eyes as he gently kissed his wife’s forehead. "She’s perfect," he said, his voice breaking with joy. "We’ll keep her safe, Luxacia. Together, we’ll fight to protect her—and everything we love."

The darkness outside the gates may have tried to break them, but with their little angel now in their arms, the Prince and Queen of Jewdexi knew their love and hope would carry them through the storm. They would face whatever came next together, with the promise of a brighter future for their family, and for their Kingdom.

In the dim light of the chamber, an unsettling, cold wind swept through as Hellio’s dark shadow swirled and drifted near Queen Luxacia and Prince Frixetro, whose faces were lit with concern and determination. A sinister voice, full of mocking laughter, broke the silence.

"I know who you are, Queen Luxacia... or should I call you Rahiena Zhequin Blexen from the future!" Hellio's voice taunted, a whisper that felt like it came from all directions at once.

Prince Frixetro’s muscles tensed immediately at those words. He stepped in front of Luxacia and their newborn daughter, gripping his sword and scanning the darkness. "Show yourself, Hellio! How dare you enter here with your vile threats? What is it you want with us?"

But it was Luxacia who responded to the dark figure, her gaze fierce and unyielding. "Yes, Hellio, you may know me, but mark my words—do not dare to touch anyone I love. The price you’ll pay would be beyond anything you can imagine."

Frixetro glanced at Luxacia in surprise, his mind racing to understand what Hellio meant and why Luxacia was responding as though she had known him. But before he could ask, he heard a small stir from behind him.

Princess Niveria, who had been lying unconscious since his arrival last time knowing about her sister's situation, stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked around in confusion, taking in her surroundings and the faces staring back at her. "What... what’s going on here?" Her voice was hoarse but steady as she pulled herself up slowly.

The chamber fell silent as everyone turned toward Niveria, who had regained her senses for the first time in months. Luxacia, with her newborn cradled close to her heart, felt a deep sense of relief as she saw the light return to Niveria’s eyes.

"Niveria!" Frixetro called out, stepping closer to her. "You’re awake. You... you’re back with us."

A sinister laugh echoed once again through the chamber, louder and more menacing than before. "Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, Frixetro," Hellio taunted, his voice piercing the air. "For I will return, and this happiness you cling to will turn to ash. Remember, the Queen you cherish has secrets—secrets from a time that wants her back."

Suddenly, Niveria raised her voice defiantly into the emptiness. "Hellio, you coward! Show yourself! If you dare to harm my family, I will make you regret it!"

But Hellio did not answer her challenge. Instead, his voice faded, leaving only an eerie silence and a chilling message scrawled in dark letters across the chamber wall: "The Queen you knew died, and another soul is in her body now. Queen Luxacia can't escape death itself. The future wants her back."

Frixetro clenched his jaw, a sense of dread washing over him as he read the words. "Erase this... I don’t want anyone to see it," he ordered the handmaidens, gesturing toward the ominous writing. "We don’t need this fear spreading through the Kingdom. We’ll face whatever Hellio has planned together."

The handmaiden rushed forward, quickly dabbing the wall with wet cloths, erasing the disturbing words. In the meantime, Niveria turned to her brother with a sense of calm that surprised him. "Our family has faced darkness before," she said, taking his hand firmly. "We’ll face it again, and we’ll win."

Luxacia, holding their newborn close, looked at Niveria and Frixetro, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Niveria. And I know we’ll face whatever comes. This child… she’s a gift to all of us, a light to keep us strong."

With a gentle smile, Niveria looked at her niece and then back to Luxacia. "Hezphellé Quinkle Weiquin," she whispered. "She is hope, a gift that we all needed. Her name will remind us of that."

"Hezphellé…" Frixetro repeated, the word a balm to his soul. "Yes, a name worthy of the light she brings."

They all looked at the little one in Luxacia’s arms, a symbol of hope that strengthened their resolve. Whatever Hellio might bring, they would face it together, their love for one another stronger than any shadow that threatened them.