A life they had always dreamt of.

The sun hung high over Mare Fortis, casting a golden glow across the shimmering waters and lush green grounds. Their laughter echoed as three boys ran in endless circles, their bare feet kicking up sand and grass.

"Arian, Aster, Adrian! Stop running around, it's hot outside!" Sienna called out, standing on the porch with her hands on her hips.

Her words, as expected, were completely ignored.

The three boys, each a whirlwind of energy, continued their game of tag, their shrill giggles ringing through the air.

Arian, Phoenix and Cyrus's eldest son was leading the charge, his dark hair tousled from the wind. Astrid and Avon's first-born Aster followed close behind, determination in his sea-blue eyes. Adrian, the youngest at three, was doing his best to keep up, his chubby legs pumping as fast as they could.