Chapter 147: Destination
Zamian, Little Zami, and Mira sat at the dining table. The room was quiet, save for the soft clinking and clanking of their cutlery, creating a peaceful, family-like atmosphere. The air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cooked food, drifting through the room like an invisible thread that made everything feel just a little more special.
Mira occasionally placed food onto Little Zami’s plate, and the child smiled up at her with sincere gratitude. The moments of quiet contentment were broken only by the soft murmur of their voices and the sounds of food being served.
"Mom, the food is so, so yummy!" Little Zami exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. She practically bounced in her seat as she took another bite of her meal.
Mira smiled warmly, her heart swelling with love. "Yes, love, it’s so, so good," she replied softly. She gazed at her daughter, her expression full of affection. There was something about this simple, ordinary moment that filled her with happiness—like everything in her life had led to this point.
Little Zami returned her mother’s smile, the warmth in her small face making Mira’s heart ache. The three of them continued eating, their voices quieting as they simply enjoyed each other’s presence. For a while, there were no words, just the peaceful sounds of a family content in the moment. But, as always, Zamian’s voice broke the calm, bringing a new subject into their shared world.
"I’ve booked an airplane for us," Zamian said, his tone calm, yet there was an underlying excitement that seemed to seep into his words. "We’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow, to my kingdom."
Little Zami looked up at her father, curiosity dancing in her eyes. It was clear she had many questions. She stared at him, her young mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite put into words. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could voice her wonderings, both Zamian and Mira turned to her.
"Little Zami, baby," Mira began softly, her voice filled with affection. "Do you know you’re a princess?"
Little Zami’s eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, I am, Mommy. You always tell me that!" she exclaimed, her smile wide and innocent. The idea of being a princess was something she had always embraced, even in the most fantastical way, but this time, there was a shift in her mother’s tone, a hint of something deeper.