Chapter 122: flames of legacy
The golden sun dipped low over the Kingdom of Thorneval, casting a honeyed glow across the palace courtyard where magical chaos unfolded—typical for this family.
Azrael Jr. leapt behind a fountain, his shirt smoking. "Caelan! Tell Rina she can't use fireballs before breakfast!"
Caelan, calmly dusting off his tunic like a true chaos-tolerant prince, replied, "She said she's training. And technically, it's brunch."
"I'm five!" Rina shouted from the center of the scorched grass, her tiny form glowing with wild fire magic. "I do what I want!"
Zara sprinted into view, hair frazzled, waving a half-burnt wooden spoon. "Rina! You were supposed to be making tea with me, not roasting your cousins!"
"I was! I just added fire!"
From a nearby column, Eira lounged with a glass of juice, watching the mayhem unfold like a personal drama. "Well, she is your daughter."
Leo, hair singed and dignity bruised, trudged past with smoke trailing behind him. "She set the teacups on fire... again."
"I was aiming for the wasp!" Rina yelled.
"Then why did the birdbath explode!?" Azrael Jr. screamed, shielding his head from feathery projectiles as enchanted birds fluttered out.
On the upper palace balcony, Cain and Selene stood together, Selene resting her head against his shoulder.