Eleanor's POV

"Don't cry, little baby, mummy is here," I said to my son, who was crying loudly, I don't know why he was crying because I had fed him already. I guess he misses his father. "Do you want to see Dada?" I asked smiling, he paused and looked at me for a while before he continued.

As I sat there, gently patting my son's back, a wave of happiness washed over me. Weeks had passed since King Derek's victorious battle against Ethan, and the memory still filled my heart with pride and gratitude.

I looked down at my son, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and couldn't help...