Damien gave Annie and Ryan the tour of his lavish suite after he returned. There were three rooms, a large living room with a dining space. It even had a small kitchen. As soon as they entered the second bedroom, Ryan dashed towards the large, plush bed and leapt onto it, bouncing up and down with infectious excitement. "Is this my room?" he asked, his bright blue eyes wide with wonder as he settled into the soft bedding.
Damien chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched Ryan. "Yes, buddy. This is your room now."
Annie stood at the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself. Her expression was unreadable, though her eyes flicked over the space, taking in the subtle luxury of what was now Ryan's room. The walls were painted in neutral tones, and the decor was understated yet elegant—fitting for a prince, not necessarily for a child. She smiled faintly as Ryan hugged a pillow, clearly overjoyed.
