“Do you think she’ll like it?” Aldrik asked the boy. Vhalla looked at the little Baldair struggling to keep up with his brother’s longer strides.
“Yes!” he said with all the black and white certainty of a child. Baldair carried a little parcel himself.
They ended up at the top of a grand staircase with a large pair of doors that formed a blazing sun between them. There were two guards stationed outside who both gave small nods to the princes. Baldair stood regally tall for his small stature.
“I am here to see mommy!” he announced. Aldrik actually laughed at his brother’s antics.
A guard chuckled and opened the door. “After you, little prince.”
The room was massive. The main area was just a sitting room. On the ceiling, there was a large dome with a sun, and on the floor was a mosaic map of the continent made in painstaking detail. More rooms indicated that the Imperial quarters extended beyond, but Aldrik and Baldair ran to a woman sitting on the wide balcony.
“Happy birthday!” Baldair proclaimed.
“Happy birthday.” Aldrik stood a step back, fussing with the wrapping on his gift.
“My little Baldair.” The even younger Empress was pure radiance. Long golden hair flowed to her mid-back in waves. Her skin was aglow with youth, a soft pink on her cheeks. There was not a single sign of exhaustion or stress upon her face. She picked up the younger boy and placed him in her lap. “Did you remember my birthday?”
“We did,” Baldair announced proudly. “Look! Look!” He held out the present, far too close to her face, and she accepted it with a laugh.
“All right, all right, let us see here.” The woman wrapped her arms around the boy in her lap, opening the gift.
Aldrik shifted his hands again around his gift, looking up at the woman, his heart beating in anticipation.
“Oh, my little noble prince, this is simply perfect.” The woman held a small wreath, haphazardly put together with twigs and sticks. There was some twine in some places; in others, it seemed to have come undone and a stick popped open awkwardly.
“It’s a crown!” Baldair explained. “A birthday crown!”
“A birthday crown indeed.” The woman put it on her head nicely and gave a kiss on the boy’s forehead. Aldrik looked on with longing and sadness.
“I-I brought a present also.” Aldrik took a step forward.
“So I see.” The woman turned to the elder child staring up at her as she stroked Baldair’s hair lovingly.
“I hope you like it.” Aldrik presented it with both hands.
The woman took in a deep breath and held in a sigh. She took Aldrik’s present with one hand and unwrapped it quickly. It was a little mass of molten silver, like a sun, with a loop around the top.
“I’ve been study—”
“Ihave, Aldrik; speak properly,” the woman interrupted.
“I have been studying my sorcery,” Aldrik began again. “I-it’s a, it’s-“
“It is, and don’t stutter,” the Empress corrected for a second time.
Nervousness radiated off the boy. How could this woman not see the same?
“It is a pendant,” the boy Aldrik finally managed. “I thought you would—”
“Yes, thank you, Aldrik.” The Empress looked away and adjusted the twig crown on her head. “Did you see the gift Baldair made?”
“I did.” Aldrik looked at his feet.
“He helped me, mother!” Baldair grinned, completely oblivious to any tension.
“I am sure you picked up quickly and did it even better, my smart son.” The woman kissed his golden forehead again.
Baldair nodded. “I did try!”
