Alice made her way to the chamber of her beloved Lucas, the one she cherished above all in this world. The boy was still cocooned in slumber like an angel in repose, bathed in the morning light.
As she beheld her son, who bore a striking resemblance to his father, not a trace of resentment stirred within her. Instead, she felt an overwhelming sense of affection, a testament to her profound love for Arnaud. Nevertheless, she could not give up on visiting her family for her husband’s sake.
“Lucas.”
Submerged in a deep sleep, Lucas slowly opened his eyes only when Alice called his name a second time. His thick lashes lifted to reveal eyes of the clearest blue.
“Would you like to come with me?”
“To where?”
“To the Kingdom of Swanton,” Alice whispered as she gently stroked his hair. When Lucas blinked up at her, she explained, “I plan to visit my homeland.”
