"Gabriel, thanks for last night," Casaio said, shifting upright against the pillows. "Did you begin the interrogation?"
"Not yet," Gabriel replied. "That’s not my place. It’s yours."
"Good," Casaio exhaled, relief flickering across his face. "If you had, I’d have been upset with you."
"You should be upset with yourself," Gabriel countered, his eyes narrowing. "You escaped a bullet aimed at your heart. If it had landed true, it would’ve been fatal."
Casaio’s lips curved into a faint smile at his brother’s uncharacteristic concern. "This isn’t my hot-headed brother speaking," he remarked softly, amusement laced with gratitude.
"Hey, I’ll admit it. I was a bad person," Gabriel said. "And I hate to say it, but... I do feel guilty about it."
Casaio only smiled in response, his expression playful, almost teasing, as if Gabriel’s sincerity amused him.
"Marriage really changed you," Casaio remarked with a chuckle. Then, his tone shifted, more serious. "By the way, I asked our parents not to tell Kate about this. She’s finally starting to focus on herself. Zilia won’t say a word either. Make sure Amelie keeps it quiet too."
"Sure," Gabriel agreed without hesitation.
Casaio’s eyes softened. "So... how does it feel, being a father? Noah must be keeping you up at night."
"It’s fun," Gabriel admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips. "And whenever I hold him in my arms, he just... smiles at me. It feels like the whole world stops."
Casaio’s expression grew thoughtful. "You know, you only found Amelie because of Noah. Without him and with the curses, you two might never have crossed paths. Ophelia tried to curse you apart, but even she couldn’t defy the will of the Moon Goddess."
"I agree," Gabriel said with a slow nod.
"A month will pass soon," Casaio said. "Then only one more month will remain for you and Amelie to uncover your pasts. But Gabriel, whatever the truth may be, remember this: you and Amelie are inseparable. Nothing can change that. And we are all standing with you."
"I know," Gabriel replied firmly. "I should take my leave now. Zilia must already be on her way here."
He turned around and made his way back to his own chamber. When he stepped inside, the sight before him softened his expression. Amelie was seated beside the cradle, her hand gently rocking it in a soothing rhythm.
"Royal Mother was here," Amelie said, looking up at him with a small smile. "She gave Noah a protective charm. She said it was crafted by the Priest of the Moon Temple himself, and that he’ll come to bless Noah during the welcoming ceremony."

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