As the morning light bled in , Zaliyah was currently engaged in what Harun had begun to call "The Great Consumption." He was stuffing his face like someone who had been starved for centuries, his cheeks bulging slightly as he worked through a plate of honey-dipped cakes.
Behind him, the twins stood like twin pillars. They had managed to negotiate a brief respite from Thalassa's brutal training regime, and they were determined to spend their free day with Zaliyah.
Zaliyah, however, had plans that didn't involve sitting around a cold castle. Between bites, he tapped he wrote the paper.
his eyes were bright with a sudden, nesting instinct. He had already scouted the castle and claimed a sun-drenched, circular room for the child.
Now, the shopaholic within him was screaming for satisfaction. He wanted a nursery. He wanted soft wools, beautiful wooden cradles, and tiny boots that looked like clouds.
