The cold night air flooded into the room, waking up the sleeping woman inside.
"Sister, it's me," Zephyr spoke, his voice barely audible.
"Zephyr?" The young woman sat up, trying her best not to wake up the babies sleeping next to her.
"Yes." Zephyr walked into the candlelight, showing his bruised and battered appearance.
The young woman widened her eyes.
"What happened to you?" She almost shouted.
"Nothing, nothing at all." He reassured her before continuing. "I have something important to tell you."
"Did the lord beat you again?"
She asked, concerned.
"Why are you calling him the lord? He is your uncle who stole your father's title. The family title should go to your son."
Zephyr gazed at the baby boy who was sleeping soundly. Right next to the child was his twin, a baby girl.
"He should be the next count." He added.
"Shhhh…Don't say that." The young woman motioned for him to stop. "If your uncle hears it, he will…"
