Eilika and Damian slowed their steps as they reached the large playground behind the cottage. The open space stretched wide, bordered by tall trees whose branches swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Laughter filled the air.
Roman and the other boys were running wildly across the field, chasing a worn leather ball and shouting excitedly at one another. Their energy seemed endless. Two maids hurried behind them, trying unsuccessfully to keep the boys from tripping over the uneven grass.
Roman darted past them with the ball clutched to his chest, his laughter ringing across the field as Toby and Sam chased after him. The sight made Eilika's lips curve into a small smile.
Damian stood beside her, watching the scene quietly.
After a moment, he spoke.
"Roman should begin learning archery and horse riding soon," he said thoughtfully, his gaze still fixed on his son. "The earlier such training begins, the better it will be for him."
