Gabriel sat on the balcony with Noah on his lap in the afternoon sunlight. It wasn't strong but mild.
The Moon Goddess didn't come to me, he mused, staring out at the horizon. I made a selfish choice, but it feels as though the heavens have been equally unjust. Why should she be punished for being the only one who dared to love?
A soft snuffle broke his reverie. Gabriel lifted the edge of Noah's cap, finding the boy fast asleep, his tiny face softened by dreams. Smiling faintly, Gabriel stood and carried the sleeping weight back into the bedroom. He lowered Noah into the crib, ensuring the blanket was tucked just right.
"Your Highness," Ashna's quiet voice drifted from the doorway, "Carlos is here to see you."
"Stay with Noah," Gabriel instructed, gesturing toward the crib. "He's deep in his nap."
He stepped out into the hallway, his posture shifting from a father to a prince as his eyes landed on Carlos. The man offered a respectful bow.
