Third Person POV
The nursery was filled with a baby's laughter.
It was a high, bright, and utterly careless sound, the kind of noise that possessed a strange magic, the ability to make every single problem, every dark shadow, and every looming threat in the wide world seem small and completely unimportant.
The sweet giggle bounced off the cold stone walls, resonated against the heavy wooden ceiling beams, and echoed through the space where the grand furniture had been hastily pushed aside.
A thick, soft patchwork blanket lay spread across the center of the scuffed floorboards, creating a small island of safety where the baby sat.
Baby Azura was learning how to sit up all on her own.
Her tiny, chubby legs were spread wide out in front of her for stability, and her little arms were held straight out to the sides like a bird trying to balance on a wire.
