As King Esmond took his place at the head of the breakfast table, his gaze swept over his family, a sense of contentment spreading across his face as he smiled warmly at them. With a practiced ease, he unfolded a napkin and placed it neatly on his lap.
"Our family will soon be welcoming a new member," King Esmond announced, his voice filled with joy. "After that, Izaak needs to be ready," he remarked.
Queen Margaret, her face glowing with a radiant smile, chimed in agreement. "Yes, after Alaric, it will be Izaak's turn," she stated, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Magnus cast a sidelong glance at Izaak, his eyes conveying a silent message. Izaak, however, responded with a frown, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion at his brother's gesture.
Meanwhile, the servers had begun to circulate, placing plates of breakfast delicacies before each member of the royal family.
