Eilika watched Roman for a moment longer as he scribbled across the art book. Satisfied that it would keep him occupied, she leaned down. "I'll be checking on the dinner preparations, dear."
"Hmm," Roman hummed, not even looking up.
Relieved that the earlier storm of tantrums had passed, Eilika stepped out into the corridor and gave a quiet instruction to the waiting maid. "Keep a close watch on him."
As she descended the grand staircase, she caught a glimpse of Damian finishing his conversation with the boys. By the time she reached the living room, he had already signaled for the servants to lead them to their guest quarters for some much-needed rest.
Just as Eilika took her seat on the plush sofa, Maurice entered. He offered a bow to the couple. "Your Grace, I have brought important intel regarding the men from the market."
Damian turned, his gaze narrowing. "Hmm? What is it, Maurice?"
