He was unable to witness the birth of your child, and the thought of this tormented him throughout his last mission, which had torn him away from home. He was able to return back only after a month and a half. He crossed the threshold of the house when it was so dark outside that he could not even see the tip of his nose. He immediately brushed aside the joyfully cooing servants, who were missing the master of the house, and headed to the bedroom, where his treasure was. His two treasures.

He didn't want to wake his still weak and not fully recovered wife, but she woke up herself when she heard a soft whisper in the room. He was holding their daughter, warmly wrapped in swaddling clothes, and whispering tender words, ethereal touching her cheeks with the tip of his index finger.

"It seems we woke up our precious mother, my soul."

He whispered softly, placing the child back in the cradle and turning his gaze to his beloved. With a barely noticeable movement of his finger, he unfastened the rivets of the coat, allowing it to slide off his shoulders onto the floor. And then he carefully lowered himself into the bed, leaving a long and tender kiss on her forehead.

"Don't say anything. Go to sleep. I’ll lie here and not move until the morning."