"I know Lith is your dad, but why can't I hold you for a while? Am I not your mommy?"
"Ma… ma." Elysia nodded.
Kamila, Lith, and Solus froze into place, ignoring the Royal Guards of Valeron's Palace demanding to see their IDs.
"What did you say?"
"I said: papers, please." The voice of the man inside the armor was cold and professional.
"Shut up, tin man, or I'll make you!" There was so much fury and killing intent in Kamila's bright yellow eyes that the Royal Guard took a step back while gripping his weapon. "What did you say, dear? Can you repeat that for Mommy?"
She ignored the guard turning toward the baby girl with the sweetest expression and voice on Mogar.
"Ma… ma." Elysia stuttered, the word impossible for a human baby so young but just hard on the throat of a Wyrmling.
"Yes, that's right! I'm your mom!" Kamila took the baby from the carrier and held her to her chest. "I'm your mom."
