Chapter 406

A deep, heartfelt chuckle escaped the Elf King as he felt the tug on his hair next. “Well someone’s full of energy.”

“This one seems more like me.” Ron said proudly from beside him. “I think his name should start with the letter R.” 

Zedekiel chuckled. “We'll discuss that too.” 

Porsha came forward next, carrying the third-born and Zedekiel tried to return the second-born to Queen Lillian but the little one refused to let go. He stuck to Zedekiel like a leech, his tiny fingers gripping Zedekiel’s robes with surprising strength. For a newborn Elf/witch/spirit, his hold was incredible.

With a helpless smile, Zedekiel just ruffled his soft silver curls and let him be. He turned to the next baby. The third child had soft silver hair and half-lidded green eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling slowly. He was already asleep, looking impossibly peaceful. 

Zedekiel brushed a lock of silver hair from the baby’s face, his heart swelling with love