The quiet, nostalgic laughter from the previous night, when Roxy had regaled Kaelen and Torian with the chaotic, terrifying memory of her very first encounter with the White Tiger, had eventually faded into a deep, peaceful slumber.
The morning sun now pierced through the frosted glass of the Manor's windows, casting a brilliant, blinding light across the master bedroom.
Roxy sat on the edge of the plush mattress, the crisp morning air a stark contrast to the roaring heat of the hearth. On her lap, Little Fedor was wide awake, his tiny legs kicking happily against her crimson silk nightgown.
With careful, precise movements, Roxy looped the reinforced leather cord around the infant's neck. The magically altered red gemstone settled perfectly against his pale chest, its erratic pulsing completely subdued by Kaito's silver dampening spell.
"There you go, little Fedor," Roxy cooed softly, securing the knot.
