The Emperor's laughter was soft, his smile a gentle reminder of his warmth as he sat beside Elian. "Indeed. A strong one," he said, his voice filled with quiet pride. "Just like Izan."
He looked up at Elian, the affection in his gaze unmistakable, he removed his hands from Elian's stomach and place one on his own chest as if grounding himself.
"I am proud of you, Elian. I hope you know that. You are the right choice for Izan. And together, you will be able to face whatever comes."
Elian felt a warmth rise within him, touched deeply by the Emperor's words.
Before he could gather a response, the sound of the door creaking open drew both their gazes. Izan stood in the doorway, his expression soft as he watched them, a slight smile playing on his lips. There was warmth in his eyes, but also something deeper, a steady admiration as he looked between his father and Elian.
