The Arrival Under the Sun
Victor noticed, a flicker of something thoughtful crossing his face, though he said nothing. Instead, he turned toward the fountain, where the sunlight danced in the rippling water. The sight drew a small, private smile from him.
The courtyard seemed to hold its breath—flowers swaying gently, banners whispering in the breeze—as the Lionheart family stood together beneath the open sky. The scent of roses lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly prepared dishes that drifted in from the long table by the fountain.
Then, softly, a small hand tugged at Victor's.
He blinked, his gaze breaking from the water as he looked down. Ania stood beside him, her face glowing with delight, her eyes sparkling with that familiar, innocent mischief.
"Brother," she said, smiling up at him, "look! The food is ready!"
Victor's lips curved into a faint smile. "Is it?"
