(The Skyshard Residence, Amanda's POV)
*Giggles*
*Childish Laughter*
Artificial sunlight streamed softly through the crystal-paneled windows of the Skyshard Residence, scattering golden specks of warmth across the marble floor as laughter echoed faintly through the room.
The Skyshard residence, usually quiet and dignified, felt alive this afternoon, its silence broken by the playful shrieks of two little boys tumbling across the velvet carpet.
Caleb, the elder of the two, stood triumphantly atop a pile of cushions, his dark hair tousled while his gray eyes, so unmistakably like his father's, gleamed with mischief.
Below him sat little Mairon, only two years old, his brown curls bouncing as he clapped his tiny hands together, while a grin stretched on his tiny face from ear to ear.
His eyes, the same soft brown as Amanda's, sparkled with delight, though his nose and that cheeky smile bore the mark of his father.
