Vlad Jr. sat with the poise of a miniature noble, legs crossed neatly, his little hands folded over the table as if he were attending a royal council rather than a father-son chat. His elegant red cape draped perfectly over the chair, and the deep crimson bow at his collar gleamed under the chandelier's soft light. He looked every bit like a tiny prince delivering an important report.
Count Vladimir listened with full attention, his tall frame leaning forward, dark eyes fixed on his son as Vlad Jr. recounted every detail of the previous day with calm precision.
"That was quite the tragedy indeed," Count Vladimir finally declared, his voice deep and resonant like a ruler addressing his court. "But I am most grateful all children returned unharmed. Chaos of such scale should never be taken lightly."
