Borgia Royal Palace
The nanny placed Seraphyne gently into Vivianne's arms after finishing her cleaning, then quietly withdrew as Vivianne settled into the chair in the nursery. Behind her, the four Spirit Kings lingered in silence, their immense presences softened as they stared down at the small life cradled against Vivianne's chest.
Roxanne arrived not long after and sat beside Vivianne, watching as Seraphyne nursed contentedly. The baby's eyes were closed, her tiny fingers curling instinctively around her mother's hand as she drank. She was as fair as Vivianne, with the same delicate features and the same softness, only smaller and impossibly fragile.
"You should make one more, demon," Tempest remarked flatly.
Roxanne, unable to hear him, frowned when Vivianne chuckled under her breath and made a small wave with her hand, sharing her senses with her once again. "Repeat what you just said to her, dear Tempest," Vivianne murmured.
