"Mother," Kaiden called out after watching them leave for a few seconds. "Wait."
Vespera stopped without turning.
"I have a question," Kaiden said.
The silence stretched. Alice hung from her mother’s grip, feet barely touching the ground, still squirming but quieter now, as if sensing a shift in the air.
"Do you think this is okay?" Kaiden’s voice was calm and steady, but there was an edge to it. Not anger, per se - it was something gentler, but no less immovable. "Alice deserves to be comforted. Her very first friend in her whole life is having one of the most emotional moments of her life. Are you sure dragging her away by the collar to be disciplined is the right move?"
Vespera turned. Slowly. Fully.
Her expression was unreadable, carved from stone, but her eyes found his with the kind of focus that could strip a man down to his core. When she spoke, her voice was winter incarnate.
"Are you teaching your mother how to parent?"
Alice froze mid-squirm.
Julia’s breath caught audibly.
Kaiden, however, smiled. It was soft and warm, the kind of expression that belonged to a son who genuinely adored the woman standing before him. "I love you, Mother."
He paused.
"But..."
Vespera’s eyes narrowed. Dangerously.
The temperature in the room plummeted. The air itself seemed to tighten, pressing inward with invisible weight. Julia felt her hands go cold, her body instinctively recognizing predator territory. Even Alice went still with her earlier defiance smothered under the sheer gravity of her mother’s presence.
But Kaiden didn’t flinch. He didn’t break eye contact. He simply held her gaze, that same gentle smile still in place, waiting.
The silence lasted five seconds.
Five impossibly long seconds.
Then Vespera’s lips parted.
"...Am I in the wrong?"
The words were quiet. Almost too quiet. The kind of thing spoken to oneself rather than to the room. Her brow furrowed, just barely, a hairline crack in the marble facade. She looked down at Alice, still dangling from her grip, then back at Kaiden.
Her hand loosened slightly.
Alice blinked, wide-eyed, as if she’d just witnessed an incomprehensible occurrence.
Vespera’s gaze drifted away from her son with uncertainty flickering across her features like a candle flame struggling against the wind. She was a mother who had conquered battlefields, dismantled terrible monsters, and crushed mighty awakened combatants without breaking a sweat.
But this?
This was different. Messier. Far too difficult for her cold heart.
She didn’t know.
And worse, she knew she didn’t know.
Her eyes landed on Julia, the only other mother in the room, the only one who might offer perspective untainted by family entanglement.
Julia startled under the weight of that stare. "O-oh. Um. I, uh... I’ve never had to deal with siblings being so..." She glanced at Kaiden, then Alice, searching for the right word. "... close to each other."
She hesitated, biting her lip.
"But..." Julia’s voice softened with her expression shifting into something genuinely sympathetic. "Alice seems really distraught. If hugging Kaiden like that helps her calm down, I..." She looked uncertain now, her gaze dropping briefly before lifting again. "...I don’t see an inherent wrongness?"
It wasn’t a declaration. It was a question wrapped in kindness, offered hesitantly, as if afraid of overstepping.
Vespera stared at her.
Then, slowly, her grip on Alice’s collar released entirely.
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