Imelda PoV
I smiled as the crown prince and his princess took their sons away. Azami had fallen asleep after playing for what felt like hours, his tiny body nestled against the soft picnic blanket, clutching Tigris as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Osamu, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at the vibrant flowers in the garden, his little fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch them. The sight of the two babies filled my heart with warmth; they were simply adorable.
As the sound of Prince Orlin and Princess Artemia's laughter faded into the distance, I felt a bittersweet tug in my chest. I loved spending time with the royal family, but it also made me acutely aware of my own situation. My little brother had once filled our home with joy and laughter, just like Azami and Osamu did now. I missed him terribly.
