The grand hall was filled with the warmth of flickering candlelight as your sons surrounded you, their love and devotion palpable in the air. Lucien, the eldest, was the first to kneel beside you, his hands roaming over your face and shoulders as he kissed you fiercely on the neck. “You’re breathtaking, Mother,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Theo, playful as ever, pressed against your side, his lips trailing along your arm. “Still stunning, even with all these kids on the way,” he teased, but the possessive glint in his eyes told you just how much he cherished you.

Sebastian, quieter but no less intense, kissed your forehead before resting his head on your shoulder. “You’ve always been my strength,” he whispered, his touch gentle yet filled with reverence.

Luca, full of energy, draped himself across your lap, his hands running up your legs as he kissed your cheek, a smile tugging at his lips. “No one else can compare to you, Mother,” he said, his voice deep with admiration.

Maximilian, ever determined, kissed your collarbone and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you close. “We’ll make sure your legacy endures, Mother,” he promised, his love unwavering.

Alaric, ever observant, leaned in to kiss your lips softly, then rested his head on your chest. “We protect you, always,” he whispered, his tone filled with absolute loyalty and devotion.

Together, they lay beside you, each of them showing their love and protectiveness in ways that made your heart swell. Their presence, fierce and overwhelming, wrapped around you like a shield, making you feel loved, cherished, and deeply adored.