Damian rose early the next morning, careful not to wake Eilika. After washing and dressing, he instructed his valet to ensure the maids left her undisturbed for the time being.
Stepping out of the chambers, he went to find his son. A servant intercepted him, saying, "Your Grace, Prince Sylvian has taken the young master to the stables."
Damian recalled his unfulfilled promise to teach the boy how to ride; business had always kept him occupied. He headed to the grounds and found Roman mounted on a horse, with Sylvian beside him, giving firm instructions on posture and how to hold the reins.
Damian stepped closer, his boots crunching softly on the stable ground. "It seems your uncle has already taught you quite a bit, Roman."
"Father! Good morning," Roman greeted, his face brightening as he adjusted his grip.
"Good morning," Damian replied. He reached out to stroke the bridge of Titan's nose, and the pony tossed its head, letting out a soft whinny.
