The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm beams across the room. You were sprawled on the soft carpet, focused on your game, your small hands moving quickly to assemble blocks. For a moment, the tensions of your heritage seemed distant, and all that mattered was the little world you were building.

Kaname watched from the doorway, his crimson eyes softened. There was pride in the way you played, unburdened by your existence.

"Let them play," Zero murmured, leaning against the doorframe, amusement in his eyes. "You were just as stubborn as them at that age."

Kaname’s lips twitched slightly, a ghost of a smile. "Perhaps, but I see in them a strength we didn’t have."

You looked up, grinning. "Look, Daddy! I made a castle!"

Zero chuckled. "A fine castle. You're going to be the ruler of it one day, huh?"

Kaname knelt beside you. "A ruler, yes. But always remember who built the foundation."

You nodded seriously, understanding more than your years should allow. Your castle wasn’t just a game—it was your legacy.

Zero stepped closer and ruffled your hair, his touch gentle. "Just remember, be cautious of the enemies you let in."

Kaname focused solely on you, his pride and possessiveness clear. You were their legacy, and for now, they let you be a child. Yet, even in these moments, they watched over you closely.