“Twins?” Bellasine squealed excitedly once the group was safely ensconced in the King’s study. “That is so exciting,” she continued to gush. “I am so happy for you both,” she reached her arms out to embrace her oldest child with tears in her eyes.
Lyria walked into her mother’s embrace.
“Wait,” said her youngest sibling, Briella, “does that mean I will have another sibling?”
Lyria laughed, kneeling down and ruffling her sister’s hair, “no, it means you’ll be an aunt! Isn’t that exciting?”
“But aunts are old, like Aunt Forra,” Briella said. She reached a hand up to her face, tenderly prodding her flesh. “Am I old now? I don’t feel old.”
Lyria laughed. “Yes, you’re ancient,” she told the little pup.
“How far along are you?” Lyria’s second oldest sibling, Byron, asked. He was standing w
