Once Lydia and Weston's children went home, Elios and Adelia remained in the playroom, but worked on their homework. They wondered where their parents went, but learned if they didn't show up soon, they'll show up eventually. At least, that's what their father always told them, when they oddly disappeared for a long period of time…

Suddenly, Elios irritatingly threw the pen away, causing Adelia to pause. She had just finished her homework and turned to see Elios was sulking in the chair. She hopped off of her seat and approached him.

"Mama said to not be violent with your anger," Adelia solemnly told him, pointing a finger towards the broken pen. Even though he was stronger and taller than her, she remained firm.

They were both a Crown Prince and Crown Princess. The line of succession had not been decided yet.

"I don't want to do homework, I want to play with Layla," Elios grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at his assignment.

"You just don't know how to solve this problem." Adelia peered over his shoulders. "Layla excels in all of her classes like me. If you want to be a part of the honor class with us, you need to learn."

Elios glared at his younger sister. She was always so stoic and solemn. Adelia reminded him of their father, whose face was usually aloof. Sometimes, their father was lost in thought, and they both knew it was because he was contemplating what they did to their mother.

Even to this day, Elios and Adelia remembered her lifeless body, limp and pale on the floor. They had been horrified when their blood lust died down, only to be faced with the wrath of their father.

"If I'm pretty, you can just say so, instead of looking at me for so long," Adelia chided him, pointing towards the pen.

"You're arrogant like Papa," Elios pointed out, but bent down to pick up the broken pen. He didn't think he threw it that hard.

Papa always warned him to control his strength… Elios slid the item into the penholder.

"That's a good boy," Adelia complimented, patting the top of his head, the way their parents always did.

Suddenly, Elios grabbed her hand and stared at her. They were only five years old, but their intellect was off the charts. He heard it from their teacher who was shocked by their IQ.

"You don't have to do that," Elios softly said. "You don't have to act older than me just because I sulk and whine."Adelia paused. She didn't realize he noticed that side of her. She retracted her hand and struggled to find something to say.

"You act spoiled," Adelia finally admitted. "I can't do the same, I-I don't want to burden Mama and Papa."

"But you're the youngest, Lia. You're supposed to be Daddy's Little Princess," Elios slowly said, his brows tugging together.

"Like Layla," Elios said. "You should be clinging to Papa's legs and ask him to carry you."

Adelia pressed her lips together. "Just finish your homework, so that we can play later."

Elios stared at her for a few seconds before sighing. He knew it would be difficult to change her mind. He just wished he realized it sooner.

- - - - -

Nightfall eventually approached, and their parents were nowhere in sight. Adelia and Elios didn't complain. They ate their dinner in a well-lit room and finally, when they went off to bed, their father suddenly showed up.

"Your Majesty," Elios stated, staring at the disheveled clothes of their father, and his messy hair.

"It's Papa to you," Elias demanded, bending down to pull Elios's cheek.

"Ow, ow!" Elios whined, running straight into his bed, as if the blanket would keep the monsters away.

"Where were you, Your Majesty?" Adelia said, angry that they had spent dinner alone.

Their father always hogged their mother's time. Adelia and Elios always wondered where their parents went to, and why their Mother never showed up later.

"Taking care of your mother," Elias stated, scooping Adelia into his arms, even though she hadn't called him by the proper title.

"Now, off to bed, both of you," Elias said. They were all vampires, but the children were Half-Blood. They needed more sleep than Pure-Bloods.

Speaking of which, Adeline always loved to sleep. Then again, Elias was the cause of it. He always tired her out, until she could barely lift a finger, her thighs were shaking, and she had collapsed tiredly onto the bed.

"But I want bedtime stories," Elios grumbled, going under his blankets. He jumped at the sound of thunder in the distance, looking outside the window to realize there was a storm quickly approaching."Alright, which book?" Elias asked, settling Adelia into her bed and pulling the blankets over her lap. Their room was enormous, but they liked to have the beds near each other.

Elias didn't complain. It meant the twins were bonding well. He just found it humorous that they both had dark blond hair, but their eyes were vastly different.

"Not from you, Your Majesty," Elios complained, kicking his blanket. "From Mama."

Elias scoffed. "I read books much better than your mother. All she likes to read are er—"

"But Mama's voice is nicer," Elios said, refusing to accept a bedtime story said by their monotoned Father. Their father didn't know how to change voices to add excitement to the narration.

"Yeah well your mother—"

"Is here," Adeline said from the doorway.

Adeline was tiredly rubbing her eyes after waking up alone, only to realize the bed was still a bit warm. After checking the time, she knew her husband was with the kids. If they couldn't spend dinner together, then either one of them would tuck the children to bed.

"Mama!" Elios gasped, his eyes growing wide with adoration.

"My dear angel," Adeline teased, walking into the room slowly, careful to not trip and fall over the scattered toys. magic

"More like monster number 1 and number 2," Elias muttered under his breath, earning a sharp glare from Adeline.

"Read us a bedtime story, Mama…" Adelia said, shyly smiling in her mother's direction in hopes of getting hugs and cuddles.

"But I've already read everything in the bookshelf," Adeline responded, walking to Adelia's Queen-sized bed. Immediately, Elios scrambled out of his and hopped onto his sister's bed.

"But I can't sleep, especially with the storm…" Elios complained, widening his eyes as their mother laid on top of the blankets.

"Hmm, what would you like me to read then?" Adeline asked, just as Elias approached the other end of the bed. He got inside, making the bed very cramped, but they managed.

"Oh oh, tell us the story of how you met!" Adelia said.

"But you've asked us that so many times." Adeline laughed, shaking her head with a smile. Nonetheless, she cleared her throat.

"Well," Adeline glanced at Elias. "It all started with—"

"His Majesty!" Adelia stated.

Adeline chuckled, as Elias snorted. "Yes, it all started with His Majesty's Devious Sins."

The End.