Was that an almost normal conversation?
Medina remained quiet, opening her mouth but closing it shortly after. Just watching. Hating how her chest tightened at the sight of Calent holding her son. Their son. Hope snuggled into the different kind of wamth. Medina couldn't keep the small smile off of her face when Calent started to hum and she tucked her hands under her elbow.
Subconciously she'd joined him in his slight rocking movements. "That's a lovely song," her voice was soft, and she moved closer, placing her hand over Calents on Hope. A moments silence, "I... I'm sorry for your loss," Medina whispered, moving her hand away, "I imagine you loved her very much," her voice was soft and she ducked her head down. If the stories she'd heard were true, the Grand Duke had loved his wife very much. And what sort of monster did that make her?