The long dining table of Mordrek's mansion was surrounded by warmth and golden candlelight. Outside, the snow never stopped falling—but inside, laughter and clinking silverware filled the room.
Trafalgar sat between Mordrek and Sylis, quietly eating while observing the family around him.
Anthera, dressed in her usual graceful deep-red dress, turned toward her husband with a smile. "You look good with your new haircut, darling."
Mordrek grunted, scratching the back of his neck. His once wild platinum hair was now trimmed short, making his features appear sharper.
"Tch. Figured it was time to look more like a proper lord."
The twins, Eron and Mael, were busy fighting over a bread roll. Their mother calmly split it in half for them.
"These two troublemakers never change," she sighed with amusement.
Sylis rested her cheek on one hand, clearly used to the chaos. Trafalgar smiled slightly—this kind of atmosphere was foreign to him, yet oddly comforting.
