The rays of the early sun make their way through heavy thick curtains, illuminating the children's room on the second floor. Fortuna was slowly waking up, the bells were ringing, announcing the sermon that began in the cathedral, but as usual you will not go there, because you had many other worries.

Vergil's snow-white hair glows like silver in the light while he clumsily holds his newborn son in his arms, with the same white down on his head that will become hair when he grows up. Nero, surprisingly, behaves completely quietly in his father's arms, only occasionally grunting, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with an uncomfortable position. The young man arrived here as soon as he received your letter, it seems, putting aside all his business, which, as you definitely thought, was too grandiose. The half-demon looks attentively at the red and round face of the child, standing quietly with him near the crib.