I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 139: A Simple Joy
The morning sun streamed through the expansive windows of the royal palace, casting a warm glow across the polished marble floors. Queen Amelie sat in the nursery, gently rocking Prince Louis in her arms. The infant's tiny fingers curled around a lock of her golden hair, his peaceful expression bringing a serene smile to her lips.
King Bruno entered quietly, his gaze softening as he beheld his wife and son. Dressed in a simple linen shirt and dark trousers, he exuded a relaxed demeanor uncommon in the formalities of court life. He approached them, placing a tender kiss on Amelie's forehead before gazing down at Louis.
"He's growing so quickly," Bruno murmured, marveling at the delicate features of his son.
Amelie nodded, her eyes never leaving the baby's face. "Each day brings something new. I don't want to miss a moment."
Bruno reached out, gently taking Louis into his arms. The baby stirred slightly but remained asleep, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Bruno's heart swelled with a profound sense of love and responsibility.
"Let's spend the day together," Bruno suggested. "Just the three of us. No court matters, no interruptions. A simple family day."
Amelie's eyes lit up with delight. "That sounds wonderful. Where shall we go?"
Bruno smiled. "The palace gardens are in full bloom. We can take a leisurely stroll and enjoy the fresh air."
Amelie agreed, and soon they were ready. Amelie donned a flowing lavender gown, its soft fabric allowing ease of movement. Bruno carried Louis, now awake and alert, dressed in a tiny outfit of pale blue. The family made their way through the grand corridors of the palace, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls.
As they stepped into the gardens, a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses and jasmine. The meticulously maintained hedges formed intricate patterns, and fountains bubbled melodiously, creating a tranquil ambiance.
Amelie took Bruno's free hand, intertwining her fingers with his as they walked along the winding paths. Louis gazed around with wide, curious eyes, occasionally gurgling in delight at the vibrant colors surrounding him.
They paused beneath a sprawling oak tree, its ancient branches providing a canopy of dappled shade. Bruno spread a soft blanket on the grass, and they settled down, forming a cozy circle.
Amelie leaned against Bruno, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's been too long since we've had a moment like this," she sighed contentedly.
Bruno kissed the top of her head. "I know. The demands of the crown can be relentless. But today, it's just us."
Louis cooed, reaching out toward a butterfly that fluttered nearby. Amelie laughed softly, guiding his tiny hand. "Look, Louis. The world is full of wonders."
They spent the morning in the garden, sharing stories and dreams for the future. Bruno spoke of teaching Louis to ride when he was older, while Amelie imagined reading him tales from the royal library. They envisioned a childhood filled with love, learning, and the freedom to explore.
As the sun climbed higher, they decided to visit the palace's aviary, a place Amelie had always cherished. The aviary was a grand structure of wrought iron and glass, housing exotic birds from distant lands. Inside, the air was filled with the melodic calls of colorful parrots, delicate finches, and majestic peacocks.
Louis's eyes widened in fascination as a vibrant macaw perched nearby, its feathers a dazzling array of reds and blues. Bruno held him closer, allowing the baby an unobstructed view.
Amelie reached out to a nearby feeder, collecting a handful of seeds. She extended her hand toward a small canary, which hopped onto her fingers and began to peck at the offering. She smiled, turning to Louis. "Would you like to try?"
Bruno guided Louis's tiny hand to mimic Amelie's actions. With patience, they waited until a curious finch landed lightly on the baby's fingers. Louis gurgled with delight, his laughter echoing through the aviary.
After spending time with the birds, they continued their exploration, eventually arriving at the palace's orchard. The trees were heavy with ripe fruits—apples, pears, and plums. The sweet aroma was irresistible.
Bruno plucked a ripe apple, polishing it on his sleeve before taking a bite. He offered it to Amelie, who took a small nibble, savoring the crisp sweetness.
"One day, Louis will be running through these orchards, picking his own fruit," Amelie mused, watching her son as he observed his surroundings with keen interest.
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Bruno chuckled. "And we'll be chasing after him, trying to keep up."
They found a secluded spot beneath a cherry blossom tree, its petals beginning to fall like delicate pink snowflakes. Bruno lay down, placing Louis on his chest. The baby nestled against his father, his tiny hands grasping at Bruno's shirt.
Amelie reclined beside them, her fingers tracing gentle patterns in the grass. They remained there for a while, enveloped in the tranquility of the moment.
As the afternoon waned, they made their way back to the palace. The corridors were quiet, the usual hustle of court life momentarily subdued. They returned to the nursery, where Amelie settled Louis into his crib.
Bruno wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as they watched their son sleep.
"Today was perfect," Amelie whispered.
Bruno nodded. "We should make time for days like this more often. Amidst everything we deal with—politics, councils, decisions—it's this that matters most."
Amelie leaned back into him, her voice soft. "I agree. It reminds me why we do it all. For him. For us."
They stood like that for a while, just watching Louis sleep, his small chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Outside, the last golden rays of the sun bathed the city in warm light, casting long shadows across the palace gardens.
Bruno kissed the side of Amelie's head. "Let's make it a tradition. A day each week, just the three of us. No ministers. No court. Just family."
Amelie smiled and nodded. "I'd like that very much."
As evening settled over Elysee, the royal couple stepped out of the nursery hand in hand, the doors closing softly behind them. Peace hung in the air—not just in the palace, but within them.
For today, there were no burdens to carry. Just laughter in the gardens, the flutter of wings in the aviary, and the soft breath of a sleeping child.
A simple day.
A perfect day.
And in the quiet halls of the palace, the memory of it would linger—just as steady as the heartbeat of the family it sheltered.
