Your and Diluc’s son always had a taste for wine, at the ripe age of five, Tieran was working in his father’s winery, serving drunk old men and awkwardly seductive women.

Diluc was currently upstairs in your and his house, reading his son a book before bed. “Goodnight sun, goodnight moon.” And then he shut the book.

Tieran frowned and laid back into his small bed, “Where is mommy?”