[Third Person].
Two months later…
In one of the private chambers, far removed from the duties of court and council, laughter replaced formality.
Meredith sat comfortably, one of the twins in her arms, while the other lay between them, kicking lightly against the soft cushions.
Draven sat close beside her, his attention fully captured.
Kieran gripped one of his fingers with surprising strength, his tiny brows furrowing as if already determined to assert himself.
Draven let out a low chuckle, adjusting his hand slightly but not pulling away.
"You see that?" he said, glancing at Meredith. "He already thinks he can take me on."
Meredith smiled, shifting Luna gently as the little girl made a soft sound, her silver hair catching the light.
"That's because he takes after you."
Draven huffed lightly. "Then he should know better."
Luna responded with a quiet coo, her small hand brushing against Meredith's gown as if she disagreed.
