No one spoke.
The words Salvador had whispered lingered quietly in the room.
"I've finally come home."
Ella slowly walked to his side, her eyes never leaving his face. She had seen Salvador smile countless times before, but this smile was different. It carried sadness, relief, longing, and peace all at once.
She gently slipped her hand into his.
"You have."
Salvador turned to her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before looking around the room once more.
Nothing here was grand.
Nothing here screamed royalty.
Instead, it was filled with the simple happiness of a little boy's childhood.
A rocking horse stood proudly near the window with its paint slightly faded from years of use.
Tiny wooden soldiers stood in perfect rows on a shelf.
A miniature castle occupied one corner of the room.
Books of every size were arranged neatly inside a low bookcase.
Felix smiled softly.
"They truly wanted him to have a normal childhood."
