Lyrand remained silent and let the children do their work and even though he was ignored, to be able to sit in this room with them brought him a great sense of satisfaction.
Soon, the scent of cooked food filled the house making Lyrand break from his trance and look at Maria who was busy in the kitchen. A warm feeling surged inside his chest and his eyes flickered with emotions.
He stood up from the sofa and walked over to the kitchen his huge frame towering over Maria by a head. Is there anything I can help with?" He asked his mellow voice rolling over like a flame.
Maria melted and with a startle, she turned to face him but ended up knocking on the side of the pot that burnt her arm. "Hiss" she cried out.
