A subtle movement caught Alden's attention. Standing slightly behind the duo was Elrian, looking a bit out of place and perhaps overwhelmed by the situation. Lyssandra noticed Alden's gaze and, with a gentle smile, stepped forward, "Father, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
Elrian, realizing he was the center of attention, quickly stepped forward, his posture straight, his demeanor radiating respect. "Elder," he began, his voice clear but filled with reverence, "I am Elrian, your grandson."
The weight of the introduction hung in the air. For a brief moment, Alden looked stunned, his eyes darting between Elrian and Lyssandra, piecing together the family resemblance. A broad smile broke across his face, and he approached Elrian, his eyes twinkling with pride and joy.
"So, you are my grandson," Alden mused, examining Elrian from head to toe. "I can see the same determination in your eyes that your mother had at your age."
