C439 A SACRIFICE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION

"He looks just like you when he sleeps, but those eyes... they don't belong to a mortal boy," Aria whispered, her voice barely carrying across the small wooden table.

The Young Prince sat opposite her, his frame filling the tiny kitchen of their forest cabin. The hearth gave off a steady amber glow, reflecting against the skin of his forearms. He watched their four-year-old son