***Cassius***
A week had passed. Not much had changed, and somehow, everything had.
The nursery smelled faintly of warm milk, clean cloth, and the herbs one of the healers insisted kept infants sleeping longer. I wasn't convinced they worked.
Cyrus certainly wasn't convinced.
The little Alpha lay wide awake in his cradle, staring up at the stone ceiling with complete concentration. One tiny fist slowly opened and closed, releasing pale threads of mana that drifted lazily in the air around him.
It wasn't enough to be dangerous. It was just enough that everyone in the room pretended not to notice it anymore.
Mirin remained fast asleep right beside him, one hand curled beneath his cheek. He breathed with complete confidence that the world would still exist whenever he finally decided to wake up.
I smiled, leaning a bit closer. "They really are different."
Cadiz looked up from his wooden chair beside the cradle. "Hm?"
"Cyrus always wakes first."
