Damon sat beneath the shade of a garden pavilion in the imperial palace, one arm cradling Ranar as she slept at an awkward angle. Her small body hung upside down across his forearm, her legs dangling freely as if gravity meant nothing to her.
He was already used to it.
His daughter was far from normal. Reaching first class advancement shortly after birth had drawn attention, but not as much as it should have. The world had far greater horrors to fear. Compared to everything else, she had only made a small ripple.
Damon lifted his gaze to the moon, studying it in silence.
Soft footsteps approached. Someone settled beside him on the stone bench.
He had expected Lilith to find him first.
Instead, he turned and smiled at the white haired elf seated at his side.
"Sylvia. I am not surprised you found me."
