Present day.
Maria stood under the shade casted by the castle wall, her arms crossed gently over her chest, a soft smile dancing on her lips as she watched what was happening in the training yard.
She'd expected Abram to be a bit reluctant but by the time he'd joined her in their bedroom, he had been looking forward to it, asking himself why he didn't think to do this earlier.
She smiled in remembrance as the clashing and clanging of the steel practice swords filled the air, Ren, Darius, and Felix sparring under the morning sun.
Abram stood just a few feet away from them, hands clasped behind his back, his focus on every movement the boys made.
That was one of the things she loved about him. When it comes to the things he cared about, he never held back. At least, when it doesn't come to speaking.
She chuckled at that. How would the kids feel if they knew their father was just very… shy?