Chapter 239: Disasters, Denials, and the Children Who Burn, Trick, and Entertain
Aurelixa inclined her head slightly, one hand lifting with effortless grace as she gave a mock bow from where she sat.
"I am pleased to know my suffering serves as entertainment," she said smoothly.
There was not a trace of offense in her tone.
Ysera laughed.
It was bright and unrestrained, her shoulders shaking as she leaned back into her seat.
"It does," she said without hesitation. "Very much so."
Aurelixa exhaled softly through her nose but did not argue.
Because it did.
Time had a way of reshaping things.
What had once been frustrating, exhausting, and—at moments—deeply concerning somehow softened into something else when viewed from a distance.
Ysera waved a hand lazily.
"When you think about it," she said, "all of our children are disasters."
Her gaze shifted.
It landed squarely on Faelyra.
"And speaking of disasters," she added, a grin tugging at her lips, "Aziren is one too."
