Taya sighed, glancing at her watch. There was still enough time to fulfill her son's request. She pinched his cheek affectionately. "Alright, my darling. Let's go. Is there a particular place you want to see first?"
As they walked, Taya couldn't shake the feeling that Shine was planning something. He had always been a mischievous child. A genius at his core, he had mastered ten languages by the age of three—a feat so astonishing it felt like a fever dream. Even now, Taya couldn't fully believe he had calmed down and abandoned the terrifying experiments and inventions he used to create.
"I'll punish you if you're planning one of your tricks. What does Rule Eight say?" Taya said firmly as she gripped Shine's hand tightly.
"I know, I know: no crazy inventions and no heavy pranks. I get it, Mom. I just want to see the highest point in the castle and look at the whole kingdom," Shine replied, giving her a pleading look she couldn't resist.
