Chapter 625

The newborn boy looked so much like Oriana that Gideon could see it at a glance the moment the child was placed into his arms beneath the glow of the iron wall lamps.

Oriana's features had always carried a quiet sort of beauty, gentle and refined in a way that only grew lovelier the longer one looked at her, and their son had inherited every bit of that softness. Someday, when the boy was older, h