Much against Darius's will, he had to put Xion down. His baby, who had been practically vibrating with excitement since they stepped outside, had been clamoring to stand on the snow.
Due to Xion's fragile health, Darius hadn't let him out into the freezing cold since he had arrived.
Unlike Noxian, who wandered the castle grounds with reckless abandon, Xion had been kept within the safety of its walls, perfectly shielded from the biting winds and snowfall.
So, how could he possibly resist now?
The moment Xion's feet touched the snow-covered ground, he started hopping around like a little rabbit. Pure joy lit up his face.
His boots sank deep into the white fluff, leaving unmistakable impressions behind him as he bounced forward.
Darius watched, silently following along. A rare softness danced in his gaze as Xion spun around, blue eyes gleaming with delight.
