Chapter Sixty : The Peace
The first month of the twins' lives passed in a beautiful, milk-scented blur of quiet days and long, peaceful nights. The cold November frost outside the estate had turned into a thick, white blanket of winter snow, but inside the mansion, the warmth was absolute. The double nursery on the ground floor was always filled with the soft hum of classical music and the gentle, rhythmic rocking of two cream-colored wooden cribs.
Arthur and Hope grew stronger with every sunrise. Little Arthur had his father’s fierce appetite and thick dark hair, his tiny fists constantly punching the air as if he were already preparing to defend his kingdom. Hope was a quiet, observant soul, her deep blue eyes—the exact shade of Alexander's—following the movement of the white curtains
