"Royal?" Sybil was the first to ask, blinking at her mother with confusion.
Layla Astra… the Clan Mistress of the Astra clan, mother, and the woman who had just been on the brink of death minutes ago simply smiled.
"Everyone has different eyes," Layla said warmly, her fingers brushing her daughter's cheek before shifting toward Azel. "Each eye carries a story behind it, a history. And your lover's eyes—"
She gestured gently toward him, "... have the depth, texture, and softness that usually belongs to Royalty."
Azel blinked, unsure how to respond to such an observation. Layla chuckled at his expression.
'She does have a point though but how can you tell just by looking me in the eyes?' He thought.
"It's just a weird hobby I have," she said. "I'm Layla Astra, your Mother-in-law. I hope you can cook."
"Yes." Azel nodded politely. "I cooked a lot… though it's been a while."
