"Dynasties are not forged in thrones or triumphs, but in the quiet hours when a father memorizes the sound of his child's breathing."
The silence of the Royal Nursery was not the silence of war; it was the quiet, profound stillness of creation. Three weeks. It had been only three weeks since the world tilted on its axis and delivered me two miracles, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed, and simultaneously, like time had ceased to exist outside these four walls.
