That night.
The quiet hum of wind outside the stronghold wall blended with the soft rhythm of breath in the room.
Javier stirred gently from his sleep, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the mana lamp on the wall.
To his right—Liana.
Peacefully asleep, her hair slightly messy.
Javier smiled and leaned in closer, brushing his lips softly against hers.
Liana stirred. Her eyes blinked open halfway, catching the tail end of the kiss.
"Young master…" she whispered, her voice drowsy and sweet.
Turning his head, he looked to his left—Gloria.
Serene as always, even in sleep. Her arms were already wrapped loosely around his side, her face calm and composed. Javier leaned in and kissed her, just as gently.
Gloria's eyelids fluttered, her arms pulling him closer in response.
"I missed you, young master," she murmured, still half-asleep, a quiet warmth in her voice.
Then, he felt the steady warmth on his lap. He looked down.
