"Then we have a lot of catching up to do," Julian replied warmly. "Good thing we have all eternity now."
He looked at both his daughters and felt his heart swell with pride and love so intense it was almost painful.
"Tell me," he said, keeping one arm around each of them. "Tell me about yourselves. Start from the beginning. I want to hear it all."
And there, in the courtyard beneath the statue that had been built in his memory, surrounded by the women who loved him and had waited for him, Julian listened as his daughters began to tell their stories.
They talked for hours.
They shared their stories—tales of growing up in a world without their father, of training under their mothers' guidance, of helping Seraphine establish order among the creatures. Lyanna spoke of battles fought and won, of her rise to become one of the realm's most formidable warriors. Cassandra detailed the political structures she'd helped create.
