DARIUS🎱🎱🎱Two moons. Two whole moons had passed since the Gathering, and sometimes it felt like two lifetimes. The initial, fragile peace had deepened, settled into something more substantial, more real. The estate, once a fortress humming with frantic anxiety, now resonated with the sounds of life. Most importantly, it resonated with the sound of Valen.And he moved, too. Crawling. He was everywhere, a small, determined tornado of baby energy, trying to claw his way towards everything he wasn’t supposed to touch. The decorative carvings on the coffee table, the flickering flames in the hearth, the stack of important, very breakable, parchments in my study – nothing was safe. He gripped with a strength that was frankly unsettling for a baby his age, his tiny fingers latching on with an iron vise. He was more advanced, faster, stronger than any baby I’d ever seen. It was fascinating, terrifying, and deeply, profoundly prideful, all at once.One morning, the proof arrived, a little
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