Liron returned home, not to the blazing palaces of his kingdom, but to his warm estate – a place where flames blend with laughter and love.
As he passed through the gates, he felt the familiar warmth of family. His mother, Polina, was in the kitchen, preparing his favorite dishes. His father, David, stood at the entrance, his eyes shining with pride for his son, who had returned from yet another victory.
Inside, his younger brother,Lavi, ran to him, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. "Welcome back, big brother!"Lavi called out, a wide smile on his face. Levi's wife stood beside him, smiling too, greeting Liron with a look full of pride.
Around the corner,Lyra, Liron's wife, waited for him, her eyes sparkling, their love as strong as the flame burning within him. Their son,kael, stood beside her, his broad shoulders reflecting the strength he inherited from his father. Beside him were his two wives – strong warriors themselves, with determined yet loving expressions.
Suddenly,Lavi and Kaal began teasing each other.
"Hey,kael,"Lavi said with a playful grin, "you still haven't managed to beat me in a fight, have you?"
"Only because I don't want to make you cry, little uncle," Kaal shot back with a laugh, stepping closer.
Lavi chuckled, and his wife smiled, shaking her head. "Oh, you're going to regret that,kael," she said, stepping back slightly, as if already anticipating the burst of energy that was about to come.
Kael grinned, placed his hands on Lavi's shoulders, and the two began to wrestle, the air around them heating up with their energy. Kaal's two wives stood by his side, raising their hands in the air, cheering him on.
"Come on,kael! Show him who's the real king here!"
As the two clashed, Liron stood behind them, arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene with a proud smile. "They never change," he murmured to himself, feeling the flame in his heart grow stronger with every moment like this.
In the corner, the little grandson, still unnamed, watched them, his eyes glowing with excitement. "One day," he whispered, "I'll be as strong as my father and grandfather."
Liron chuckled softly, approached him, lifted him into the air, and swung him high. "You'll be even stronger," he said, "because your flame will always burn bright."
Their laughter filled the estate, and the house was filled with true family warmth – like an eternal flame that would never go out.
And they lived happily ever after. The end.
Or maybe it wasn't the end.