In the evening, Roman was the first to wake.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly sat up in the middle of the bed. For a moment, he looked around in silence. On either side of him, both his parents were still asleep.
Damian lay on one side, his breathing slow and steady, while Eilika rested on the other, her face calm in sleep.
Roman's lips curved into a small smile.
Carefully, he slid out from under the blanket, making sure not to wake either of them. His tiny feet touched the floor, and he quietly tiptoed toward the door before slipping out of the room.
A moment later, he began making his way down the stairs.
"Young Master, walk slowly on the stairs," Maurice called out from the bottom. "You might fall."
Roman looked down and saw him standing there.
"Did you not sleep, Uncle Maurice?" Roman asked curiously as he continued descending. "My father and mother are still sleeping peacefully."
He tilted his head and glanced briefly toward the upstairs corridor.
