Kieran could not help but watch for her reaction as his father lavished her with his most charming greeting. He liked the heated blush that rose to her cheeks, her laughter most reassuring. It was her smile, and the one she was hiding that still reached her eyes that he enjoyed the best. ”Drop the formalities in my home, dearest ones. Aerik will suffice. Kieran has the most sensible mind of my children. It’s about time he found someone to turn his head from his selfless duties. We were about to worry that he’d grow old before that happened. So your arrival is more of a blessing than anything, and you are already considered family by myself and my lovely wife.” Kieran shook his head slightly. They always had a knack for talking about him as if he wasn’t present, yet stare directly into his eyes as they did so.
”It’s settled! After dinner, we’ll gather after dinner and watch the show. We’ll talk business in the morning, Kieran.” The young noble inclined his head to his father. ”I look forward to it, father.” Aerik winked at the children, his gaze lingering on the couple before taking his leave of the room. Kieran gave a chuckle and shook his head. ”Get dressed children, before anyone else interrupts preparations for supper.”
When the family finally got dressed, Kieran led them toward the dining room. The room was spacious with a grand table that could seat at least two families, with enough chairs to attest the fact. On the right of the room, around the liquor cabinet was Aerik and two other men. One looked almost identical to Kieran, the other was obviously pure human and held no familial relations to the Rothslins. It was Derrick, his sister’s husband. He stood just a couple inches shorter than Aerik, with rusty hair, and a farmer’s tan. Derrick enjoyed the occasional book, spending his evenings listening to Zerrifa reading aloud. His days were filled with working with the horses at the stables.
Elwin’s eyes instantly pierced deep into Kieran’s own, the seething hatred all but pouring from him. Kieran’s grip on Teu’s hand tightened protectively. At the foot of the table sat three women. Zerrifa was tall, with equally dark hair that cascaded down her back in gentle waves. While her face was without makeup, her natural beauty shown as earthen stars scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were of a darker blue than the twins, her face beautifully narrow, her skin lightly kissed from time spent reading outside. A book was naturally on the table before her. The other was Taryn. Small, shy, sweet Taryn, too timid to say no. Despite the fact that his parents had talked to her on many occasions, she was committed to her decision to marry Elwin. Her blond hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her large green eyes downcast at her hands which were folded neatly in her lap. The third woman was his mother, who was talking to her daughters in a hushed voice.
Sitting next Zerrifa was a girl, about six years of age, the spitting image of Zerrifa herself. Her dark blue eyes were peeking at Dae and Alayria from behind a book. Upon seeing Kieran and his family enter, Krizira’s face brightened as she stood, her arms out wide. ”Ah you’re just in time. Dinner is about to be served. Come in children, Teu. Make yourselves at home. This is my daughter in law Taryn, my daughter Zerrifa, Zerrifa’s daughter Delfine. Her father Derrick, and Kieran’s twin, Elwin. You, of course, know my husband Aerik?” Kieran’s heart squeezed with love and sympathy for his mother. Somehow, she has managed to keep Elwin and Zerrifa from being at odds with each other, and the family appearing somewhat happy.
Aerik put his glass down and approached them with a beaming smile. ”Dearest Teu, would you do me the honor of dining by me tonight? Kieran has not been kind enough to share details about you or your delightful children, save your healing shop.” ”Don’t worry,” Kieran broke eye contact with Elwin to lean into Teu’s ear. ”When it is just us, we all sit on one end of the table to reduce the space between us.”