[The Nursery Chamber — Malika's Residency — Later]
Soft morning light spilled through the silk curtains, filling the nursery with warmth.
The chamber was unusually peaceful. Prince Zaryan slept soundly inside his carved cradle, one tiny hand tucked beneath his cheek, his slow breathing filling the room with quiet comfort.
Beside him...Princess Nyzara rested in Levin's arms, happily drinking her milk.
The little princess drank with complete determination, her tiny hands clutching Levin's robes while her eyes remained half-closed in satisfaction.
Levin smiled faintly. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. "So hungry...You truly inherited your father's appetite."
Nyzara ignored him completely; her entire world currently consisted of milk.
Iru stood nearby, unable to stop himself from smiling. "It almost feels as though the princess has declared war against her food, Malika."
Levin chuckled softly. "It certainly looks that way."
