Emorian hair, skin as fair as Larissa's, and large, dark brown eyes inherited from his father – for the past seven years, Noctavian de Lanark had been the focal point of Adela's life.
Raising him had brought her a peculiar sense of joy mixed with understanding; it felt as if every twist and turn in her life had led to the moment of Noctavian's birth, exactly as he was, and if she were given the chance to do it all over again, she would follow the same path that brought Noctavian into her world.
"Mother, I long to hear your voice which has been absent from my ears for the entire week. Please, find an alternative way to punish me."
Adela's attention which was previously focused on the carriage window returned to the interior, avoiding any and all eye contact with her son, well aware of his resentment towards that particular punishment.
