Silence stretched between them.
Olivia's fingers curled against her own thighs. Outside the locked door, the castle continued its night as if nothing in this room were rewriting the meaning of mother and son.
Inside, she was the only one who could choose the next step.
At last, her voice came out low and unsteady.
"…All right."
Julian's eyes darkened with open satisfaction. "Say it clearly."
Olivia's flush deepened. "I will try. I will try to bring milk. And… while you drink, I will touch you."
The words cost her. That much was obvious. But once spoken, they settled into the room with irreversible weight.
Julian kissed her cheeks in return. "Good."
He shifted back just enough to give her space while remaining close.
Olivia closed her eyes. For a few breaths she only sat there, gathering herself, as if the decision needed one final internal sealing before her magic would obey it.
Then she began.
