After what Isidorus thought was a lifetime of waiting, the warmth that flowed through his blood just upon seeing the baby, surprised him. It was like the warm sun rays on a winter day. His breath was caught up in his throat. The child on the display board became the center of his universe. He could sense that all the clouds that had lingered on the Wizard Kingdom weren't dark any more—they were the fluffy white ones, the Cirrus. Isidorus beamed.
The servant took Isidorus back to his palace. His patience was thinning out as he wanted to see the child as soon as possible. He waited until the noble court time was over and then rushed to the royal palace. The carriage was waiting to take him outside his palace, but in his enthusiasm, he asked the coachman to reach the royal palace, while he snapped his fingers and directly appeared in front of the palace gates.
