Amelie woke up late in the evening. What she had intended as a brief nap had turned into hours of sleep; the exhaustion of the previous day had claimed her body entirely. Shifting slightly, her eyes landed on Noah and Gabriel, still peacefully asleep. The sight of her son tucked against the man who protected them both made her heart flutter with a warmth she hadn't known she was capable of feeling.
Moving quietly to avoid waking them, she slipped out of bed. She draped a thick shawl over her shoulders and stepped onto the palace balcony. The sky was covered with clouds, a bruise purple shade could be seen at the distant, near the horizon.
'Noah will never be like Alex. He is my son,' she thought, clutching the railing until her knuckles turned white.
