Lucien began to play — soft, uneven notes at first, like he was remembering how it went. His expression was focused, eyebrows furrowed just slightly. The tune wasn't perfect, but it was sweet, and the way he took it seriously made Alina feel like she was witnessing something very special.
In that quiet playroom, surrounded by shadows and toys, the music felt like a lullaby meant just for her.
And Lucien… with his sleepy eyes, tiny horns, and his stubborn, serious voice…
Was the most beautiful thing she had seen all day.
After a few minutes of soft piano playing, Lucien's hands began to slow.
His little fingers slipped on the keys once… then again.
He blinked, long and slow, before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His shoulders drooped slightly, and he leaned forward with a tiny sigh.
Alina smiled quietly beside him.
The music had faded, replaced by his sleepy breath.
