Chapter 118

Kael was perched, displaying a seriousness that mirrored a little man hard at work on his artistic endeavor.

"What's that you're drawing?" Maeve inquired, walking up to her son and gently rubbing his hair. Kael grunted in disapproval, adjusting his hair back. "I'm sorry," she apologized, recognizing his aversion to head rubs the gesture was reserved only for Roman.

"You're just so adorable," she r