The chamber was far too quiet—always a bad sign. You walked into the room only to see your son dangling from the edge of Kai’s weapons chest, his tiny hands gripping the lid with determined mischief. Your daughter, meanwhile, had already succeeded in tugging one of Kitt’s ceremonial crowns off its stand, the delicate circlet far too big for her head but somehow balanced precariously as she twirled.

You were still mid-scolding when the heavy doors creaked open. Boots thudded against the marble floor, and two very familiar figures stepped in. Kitt first—robes slightly rumpled from long council hours, crown tucked under his arm. Behind him, Kai, in dark leathers, sword still strapped across his back, grin spreading as soon as he saw the scene.

“Love, why does our son appear to be halfway inside my brother’s weapons chest?”

“And.. why does our daughter look like she’s about to overthrow the kingdom with Kitt's crown, Darling?”