In the room, Leon, unaware of the Imperial Palace's declaration of his death in the capital, leaned casually against the bed, watching Charlotte and Fiona sleep peacefully.
Two hours had elapsed since their crying scenes, and perhaps fatigued by the emotional intensity, they drifted off to sleep together after sharing breakfast.
Gazing at their serene sleeping faces, a smile unconsciously graced Leon's lips.
"These two girls are truly adorable when they're asleep," he murmured softly and affectionately.
He never imagined that raising children, which he initially considered burdensome, would bring him such joy and fulfillment.
Moreover, the children were Charlotte and Fiona, each possessing their own wisdom and intelligence.
"Tsk, if only Iris were here, it would be even more enjoyable," Leon mused with a smile, lost in his thoughts.
