"You see... He is a rather... anxious young man."
Seraphina's dark eyes widened.
Her narrative-obsessed brain immediately began running complex, highly ridiculous mathematical equations.
'Okay, wait. Let's process this,' Seraphina calculated rapidly. 'The ten-year-old boy in the bed, Leo, had adorable, chubby cheeks and soft brown hair. The dad, Baron Vance, is a devastatingly handsome, green-flag aristocrat. Handsome Dad + Cute Little Brother = ...What does the older brother look like?!'
The burning curiosity of the unknown aesthetic variable completely overrode the last lingering shadows of her trauma.
She stopped sniffling entirely.
She sat up straight in Kaelus's arms, her eyes wide, staring blankly at the door, an expression of intense, comically serious anticipation plastering itself across her small face.
Kaelus looked down at her.
He saw the blank, intense stare. He literary saw the gears turning in her head.
