“Yes, if there are further copies I would like those as well.”

These were the little things that she enjoyed doing for her children, something that in a time long gone felt like a distant dream. This was all the luxury would never take for granted again, and as she went over the options of her children’s education it brought her pure joy that these were the decisions she got to make.

Lucian wasn’t with her today, he with his father but her first born was never very far from her mind, and where there had once been laughter that lit his eyes. Luc she worried was slipping into that dark storm that seemed to follow him wherever they went.

“Actually…Mes Petits, Peut-être voulez-vous choisir une histoire que papa lira le soir?” The girls were excited to do as their mother asked and look through the books for something to read at night, and this gave Aurore a moment to speak with the keep.

“My son, he has no interest in his studies nor literature at all, could you perhaps—“ She searched for the right word in English, “Recommend to a young man’s mind that is how you say…restless? He seems to be so bored with his studies. Perhaps something with a bit of adventure?”