Confused & Confused

The evening air inside the grand estate was warm and filled with a quiet sense of contentment. After dinner, Evander, Ashton, and Delphinia had retreated to the living room. The soft crackle of the fireplace filled the otherwise silent space, bringing a cozy ambiance to the moment.

Delphinia sat beside Ashton for a while, chatting idly about the meal they had just finished, before excusing herself to the kitchen. She wanted to check on the dessert she had set aside earlier. As soon as she disappeared through the doorway, Evander saw an opportunity.

He turned to his son, who was sitting comfortably on the couch with his legs tucked up, holding a small pillow against his chest. His dark eyes were focused on the television, though it was clear his mind was elsewhere.

"So," Evander began, leaning slightly forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "How was your day, kid?"

Ashton blinked and looked up at his father. "It was good," he said simply.