Eirik sat on the cushioned bench in front of his mirror, watching in the reflection as his maids gently unwound the few braids from his long, silvery-white hair.
The soft, rhythmic motions were soothing, and for a moment, the world outside his chambers faded away.
His mind wandered, replaying the events of the past few weeks, his family teasing Kaelix, his annoyance and most of all their apologies. Eirik was happy that his family has finally come around.
Who could have thought he would be so upset with his family for provoking Kaelix. Who could have believed that he and Kaelix once start off with the wrong foot. But now, they both genuinely care for each other.
Kaelix, the man he had been so hesitant to marry, had turned out to be the one who made him feel more at home than he ever thought possible, made him shout at his family for the first time.
Eirik smiled at that thought.
It was all worth it...
