Isabel sat by Liam's bed, gently smoothing the covers over him. The room was dimly lit by a soft, flickering candle, casting a warm glow on the walls. Liam, however, was restless, his wide blue eyes darting towards the door every few seconds.
"Mother, where is father?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
Isabel smiled softly and brushed a curl from his forehead. "He is securing the house for the night, my darling. He will be up shortly."
Liam frowned and crossed his arms. "But I want him to tuck me in. I want to say goodnight to him."
Isabel sighed gently, understanding her son's attachment. Deciding to tease her little prince, she pouted dramatically. "Oh, I see how it is. You love your father more than me, do you not?" Liam's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head.
"No,
