The sun hung lazily over the palace garden, casting warm rays over the lush greenery as the day unfolded. Eirik and their small, yet lively group gathered beneath the shade of a large oak tree, its branches stretching out like a protective canopy.
The day was perfect for light conversation and playful banter. Eirik could hear the birds chirping somewhere in the distance, blending with the sound of laughter coming from his family.
They were all seated on cushions spread out on the soft grass, the atmosphere relaxed, their faces touched by the golden sunlight. Julian, ever the entertainer, was in the middle of recounting their latest mischievous escapade, his hands waving dramatically as his twin Lucian leaned back with an amused smirk, clearly enjoying the performance.
Amarok, sat between the twins, his eyes darting from one brother to the other, soaking in their words like a sponge, yet not saying much himself.
