The living room of Aiden's mansion was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon filtering through tall arched windows draped with heavy crimson curtains.
Plush sofas and oversized cushions formed a cozy nest in the center of the room, scattered with colorful pillows and a few discarded toys.
A low table held a half-finished plates of sweet pastries.
Edda sat in the middle of the sofa. Her posture was relaxed, one arm draped protectivrly around Noir while the other rested protectively around little Liri, who was curled against her side.
Noir, the quiet demon girl, knees drawn up to her chest. She was shy as always, but her eyes sparkled with interest whenever the conversation turned to Aiden, her Daddy.
Leona was perched on Edda's lap, smalls hands gripping her Edda's sleeve as she babbled happily.
