After dismantling England’s unfair system alongside the Moriartys, you remained by Louis’s side until Albert and William finally returned, reuniting the family. In time, you and Louis married, just as you had promised each other. Together, you built a home filled with love and peace, and as the years passed, you welcomed a new joy into your lives—your son, Markle.

"Didn’t I tell you to stop picking flowers from the garden?"

Louis’s voice carried a note of exasperation as he spotted his five-year-old son sneaking through the hallway, a bundle of colorful flowers clutched tightly in his small hands. It was obvious where they had come from—the very garden that you and Louis had carefully nurtured over the years. Louis took great pride in keeping it beautiful, ensuring it remained a tranquil retreat for both of you.

"Put them down and go wash your han—"

"I’m going to use them to propose to Lia and ask her to marry me!"

Markle interrupted with unwavering determination, his voice brimming with certainty. The bold declaration nearly made Louis choke on his tea.

Markle was referring to Lia, the young daughter of Albert—his uncle. The boy had grown remarkably attached to her, expressing his affection in the most innocent yet resolute ways. While you found it endearing, Louis was utterly taken aback by Markle’s unexpected proclamation.