In the crowd of people, Soren struggled to spot Zayden, Ren, and Eiran. However, when he noticed the dark-blue hair catching the golden glow of the shop's lanterns, his search ended.
Zayden stood outside a toy shop, watching as Eiran's hand ran over the toys that caught his interest, eyes wide with wonder.
Ren stood beside them, carrying a small bag, a gentle smile curving his lips at the boy's excitement.
For a brief moment, Soren stopped walking. The sight was unexpectedly beautiful. His brother—the General who had spent years drenched in blood and war—looked strangely at ease, like someone who'd finally found a reason to be happy. He also noticed the way Ren had been the one to start the conversation. That was an unusual sight.
Rihan followed Soren's gaze, curiosity softening his expression.
"Isn't that your brother? You came here with him?" he asked.
Soren nodded quietly.
"Yes. And the little one is his son."
"And the silver-haired one?"
