Liam glanced up casually as Willow entered the room carrying his daughter. As had become their ritual, he took Violet in his arms while they ate. The maids in the room had offered to hold the infant, but he waved them away. He enjoyed the soft warm weight of her against his arm. He liked gazing into her purple eyes, and appreciating the subtle ways she was already growing and changing. Her crumpled little face had filled out, and was already healthy and round. Delicate little eyelashes and eyebrows were appearing, and it seemed that fuzz on her head was already growing a little thicker.
He watched Willow as she seated herself, and admired the way the red gown flattered her pale skin. Her appearance was also improving day by day. There was a glow now to her complexion, like life w
