"Roman, look at you, my boy!" King Nyxen proclaimed after Roman had greeted him with a deep, practiced bow. The King leaned forward and lifted the boy into his arms with a hearty laugh.
"You have grown taller since I last saw you. Tell me, what is it you desire? Your grandfather will grant you anything you wish." He settled the boy firmly against his side, his royal robes rustling.
"Your Majesty, I... I do not know what I should ask for," Roman admitted, tapping his chin as he fell into deep contemplation.
"Well, you need not worry. I have prepared several gifts for you myself," King Nyxen asserted, his eyes twinkling. "And you have much to open; the Queen, your uncle, and your aunt. the Crown Prince and Princess, have all sent treasures from the capital."
Damian stepped forward, noticing the King's slight breathlessness. "Your Majesty, you should sit down. Please, let me hold Roman."
