"Tell me about the North." At some point one afternoon, Lucian was talking with Soren. The two of them were in the glass palanquin, watching the snow falling, which was making the window shake. It was now the fourth day since the snowfall, and the streets outside were already covered in thick snow. Yesterday, some of the royal servants had already cleared it, but judging by the snowfall today, Soren was sure they would be clearing it again tomorrow.
"What do you want to know?"
Lucian stopped for a second and stroked Soren's bump. He could feel the triplets' kicks getting stronger and harder. He was really getting used to feeling Soren's weight on his chest.
"Your family, your subordinates in the unit… All of it.."
Soren chuckled.
