The morning air was filled with the cheerful sounds of laughter and playful shrieks. Alaric stirred from his deep sleep, his enhanced senses easily picking up the unmistakable voice of Lucy giggling outside. He stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh before getting out of bed and moving to the window. Below, in the garden, Lucy was running in circles with two younger vampire children, her energy boundless as ever.
A faint smile touched Alaric's lips as he watched her play. Her joy was infectious, and for a moment, he allowed himself to bask in the peacefulness of the scene.
By the time Alaric descended to the breakfast hall, the table was already set. Morgana sat at the head, her presence regal as always, while Maria and Lucy were chatting animatedly. Gilbert stood by the side, ever attentive to their needs.
"Good morning, Alaric," Maria greeted, her smile warm.
