Fragile Peace

My prompt registered immediately. Tristan stood up and proffered a hand, suave and refined. However, his gaze lingered on Autumn and Peter when he noticed them.

Peter seemed to be a late bloomer, at least in comparison to Autumn. Both of them were five years old, but Peter appeared a year younger.

Tristan's expression darkened, but I waved it off. “What would you like to eat?” I directed my questi