The next morning, Ocean was lounging on a plush velvet chaise in his room, legs sprawled comfortably over the length of the chaise, a dreamy silence hanging in the air. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting warm golden patterns across the marble floor. Seated nearby on an embroidered cushion was little Sol, his legs crossed and a large book open in his lap, though his wide golden eyes kept drifting back to Ocean every now and then.
"Here," Miri said with a teasing smile, holding up a glistening green grape between her fingers. She leaned in slightly, offering it to Ocean with the gentleness of someone far too used to spoiling him.
Ocean, without glancing up, parted his lips obediently and accepted the grape. He chewed lazily, reclining further into the cushions like a pampered cat.
Across the room, Davian let out a long yawn, stretching his arms above his head until his joints popped. He looked mildly disgruntled, as if waking early wasn't part of his skill set.
