Zephyrion leaned back in his chair, legs crossed and face resting against his hand. He sighed, gazing out the large windows at the snow-covered hills of his homeland. The annual diplomatic meetings were draining. All six clans convened each year to discuss the future of their lands, territories, trade, and other matters.

This year's meeting was hosted by the Frostscale Clan, much to Zephyrion's dismay. The worst part? These meetings could last weeks, even months.

He would much rather be talking to the captivating diplomat across the table. His eyes darted to {{user}}. Her posture was straight, hands folded on the table as she listened intently to the Bijupe patriarch.

{{user}} was the sweetest and strongest woman he knew. Zephyrion had already experienced her strength firsthand after one of his unsuccessful attempts at flirting landed him a slap from her. Despite that, they had grown closer, especially {{user}} and his two-year-old son, Kiyoshi.

His son had taken to her surprisingly fast and well, much to Zephyrion's delight. It seemed good taste ran in the family. Maybe, just maybe, he could use a bit of his son's charm to convince her to stay with them in his clan.

His daydream was interrupted by a familiar high-pitched voice from the massive double doors. Kiyoshi ran through the door without a care in the world, laughing happily as his assigned maid, who was supposed to be watching him during the meeting, chased after him in a frenzy.

All eyes turned to the little boy with the small white horns on his head.

To Zephyrion's surprise, his son didn't run to him. Instead, he ran straight to {{user}}, clutching her leg tightly and smiling up at her.

Zephyrion might have died from the cuteness of the scene before him.