Seraphina's mouth widened in a yawn.
Her eyes, heavy with sleep, moved sluggishly. It always felt like this after spending time with Robert—her energy was completely drained. As she dragged herself toward the bed, she tugged at the doorknob.
"Where have you been?"
Seraphina's slow-moving eyes eventually focused on her husband, who was seated nearby. The conversation with the Marquis seemed to be over. She blinked, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness.
"Young Master Robert came by, and we played for a while," she said softly.
"Again?" Raven's forehead creased slightly, a hint of concern in his expression. Sensing his unease, Seraphina quickly explained.
"He doesn't have anyone his age to play with. It's hard for him to find company."
"But that doesn't mean you need to be the one playing with him," Raven countered, his tone firm yet gentle.
