"Maman… sleep?"
Ezra heard Lior's groggy voice from beneath the blanket. The child peeked out just enough for Ezra to see his sleepy eyes before a yawn overtook him.
"I'll be there soon, little one," Ezra said softly. "Maman is just doing some thinking."
"Okay."
Lior rubbed his eyes, nodded, then disappeared beneath the thick covers again without protest.
Ezra blinked.
'Now that's a first,' he thought. Lior usually put up a fight, complete with a pout that was far too effective for Ezra's own good.
The child was already breathing evenly.
'He must really be tired… or maybe he just really loves that duvet.'
Ezra couldn't blame him. He loved it too.
He turned back to the large window and leaned against the sill, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I almost forgot how beautiful this kingdom is at night," Ezra murmured as he gazed out at the sky.
The stars shone brighter here than anywhere else, as if the heavens themselves had chosen this kingdom as their favorite.
