The next morning, Gabriel rose at dawn, the first rays of sunlight spilling softly through the tall windows of the chamber. After refreshing himself and donning a finely tailored set of clothes, he stepped out.
As he entered the main hall, his eyes fell upon a passing palace maid. Raising his hand slightly, he stopped her.
"Lady Amelie is still asleep," he said. "Remain by her side until she wakes."
The maid bowed respectfully and proceeded toward the chamber where Amelie rested.
Gabriel continued down the polished corridor, the air carrying the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea. When he reached the grand sitting room, he found his father and mother already settled on the ornate sofa as they sipped from delicate porcelain cups.
"Good morning, Mother, Father," Gabriel greeted warmly, bowing with grace.
"Gabriel!" Raidan exclaimed, setting down his cup with a smile. "Good morning. Come, have a seat."
Gabriel inclined his head politely before lowering himself onto the sofa, crossing one leg neatly over the other.
"Your brothers and sisters are still fast asleep," Raidan remarked with a trace of amusement. "I heard you all enjoyed yourselves quite a bit last night. Yet... it seems you didn’t drink."
"That’s right," Gabriel replied evenly.
Mabel’s eyes softened as she turned to her husband. "Gabriel has been especially considerate of Amelie. He’s refrained from drinking for quite some time now."
A faint smile curved Gabriel’s lips. "That is one of the most beautiful parts of parenthood," he said softly.
"I couldn’t agree more," Mabel replied, her gaze warm.
"I do have something important to discuss with you both," Gabriel continued, straightening slightly.
"Go on," Raidan encouraged, raising his cup once more and taking the last sip of tea.
"I would like Amelie’s baby shower to be arranged soon," Gabriel said.
Raidan’s brows lifted in surprise. "Your mother and I spoke of the very same thing last night, before retiring." For a brief moment, he realized, perhaps for the first time, that Gabriel’s resentment toward Mabel had eased, and that some unspoken reconciliation had taken root between them.
Gabriel turned his head, meeting his mother’s eyes with a gentle smile.
"Since you and Amelie reside in San Ravendale, it would be best to hold the baby shower there," Mabel suggested thoughtfully.
Raidan leaned back, astonished as he observed the soft exchange that now passed between his wife and son, a tone he had not expected from Gabriel, had moved his heart.
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