The golden afternoon sun cast long, peaceful shadows across the wooden floorboards of the nursery. The absolute, deafening silence of the cosmic void had been permanently replaced by the gentle, rhythmic breathing of two sleeping infants and the soft rustling of the ancient forest outside the glass window.
It was officially Caspian's turn to hold the line.
The Sovereign of the Sea did not approach nursery duty with the quiet, stealthy pacing of Silas or the terrifying, protective hovering of Kael. Caspian treated the master bedroom exactly like his deep ocean domain. He brought a sense of massive, unshakable calm to the environment.
Caspian sat comfortably on the edge of the large bed. He wore a simple, unbuttoned white linen shirt that perfectly contrasted with his glowing, deep sapphire skin. The twins were currently awake, lying side by side on a massive, incredibly soft mountain of pillows directly in front of him.
