Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 116: Even Tyrants Have Feelings

The castle gates closed behind us with a reassuring thud, a familiar sound that vibrated warmly through my bones. Home was always a comforting thought but never had it felt so sweet or welcoming as now, after days of chains, torture, and annoying kidnappers who had the audacity to ruin my clothes.

I took a deep, shaky breath, savoring the crisp evening air tinged with the comforting scent of blooming nightflowers. Home. Safe. Finally.

Sylvithra placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her silver eyes softening warmly. "It's good to have you back, Elyzara."

I nodded faintly, my chest tightening painfully. "It's good to be back."

Before I could take another step, a sudden explosion of delighted shrieks echoed loudly across the courtyard, shattering any lingering tension instantly. Two small whirlwinds of chaotic energy came racing toward me, their tiny legs moving with surprising speed.

"Elyzara!" Aeris squealed happily, silver curls bouncing wildly as she flung herself forward, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. Her golden eyes were wide and sparkling, utterly oblivious to the ordeal I'd endured.

Arion was only seconds behind her, his dark hair tousled messily, laughter bubbling joyously from his tiny chest. "Play!" he demanded eagerly, tugging insistently at my sleeve with all the authority a two-year-old could muster.

I staggered slightly, exhaustion pulling heavily at my limbs, yet I couldn't help smiling softly, my heart warming at their innocent enthusiasm. My little siblings were blissfully unaware of my kidnapping—probably for the best, given how loudly Aeris tended to react to even minor dramas.

"Not now," I said gently, brushing a tired hand lightly through Aeris's soft curls. "Big sister needs rest, okay?"

Aeris frowned adorably, tiny lips pursed skeptically. "But play now?"

I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes heavenward. Clearly, tyrants-in-training weren't good listeners. "Later, I promise. Right now, I need to check on Mara and Elira. Have you seen them?"

Arion shook his head enthusiastically, grinning brightly. "Nope!"

Very helpful, Arion. Clearly, I needed more reliable sources.

Sylvithra smiled faintly, gently steering the twins toward their nurse, who stood waiting nearby, trying valiantly—and failing—to hide her amusement at my siblings' antics. "Perhaps your little army can wait a bit. You deserve rest."

"I need to see them first," I insisted stubbornly, already turning toward the familiar winding corridors leading to the infirmary. "Then I'll rest."

She sighed softly, exchanging a resigned glance with Verania, who watched me silently, eyes gentle yet clearly concerned. "Stubborn child," Sylvithra murmured fondly.

"It runs in the family," Grand Empress Saelira remarked lightly, violet eyes glittering faintly as she offered me a conspiratorial wink.

I smiled briefly despite myself, feeling a bit of warmth seep back into my tired bones. My family's protectiveness might be overwhelming sometimes, but it was undeniably comforting, especially now.

I hurried quickly through the long, familiar corridors, footsteps echoing softly against polished marble floors. Portraits of stern ancestors stared down disapprovingly from gilded frames, as though silently judging my disheveled appearance. Honestly, I'd prefer not to know what they thought of the grass stains and torn clothes.

Finally, I reached the infirmary a wide, airy chamber filled with soft light from countless enchanted lanterns hovering gently overhead. Soft white curtains fluttered faintly in the cool breeze drifting through open windows, the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingering comfortingly in the air.

My heart tightened anxiously as I stepped quietly inside, gaze immediately drawn to two beds placed side by side near a wide window, golden sunlight streaming gently over their occupants.

Mara lay still beneath crisp white sheets, her dark hair spread loosely across the pillow, her normally vibrant face pale, expression peaceful in sleep. Elira rested quietly beside her, coppery curls tousled softly, one hand resting protectively atop Mara's, as though even in sleep they refused to separate.

My breath hitched painfully, throat tightening sharply at the sight. Guilt twisted bitterly in my chest, mingling fiercely with relief and sorrow. They'd sacrificed themselves without hesitation, endured magical blades meant for me and yet I'd escaped nearly unharmed.

It felt deeply unfair.

I stepped hesitantly closer, legs suddenly trembling weakly, tears burning sharply behind my eyes. Carefully, I sank onto the edge of Mara's bed, gently brushing a strand of dark hair away from her pale face, fingers trembling slightly.

"Mara," I whispered softly, voice breaking slightly. "Elira I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you were hurt because of me."

Neither stirred, but the slow, steady rise and fall of their chests reassured me slightly. Still, tears blurred my vision, guilt choking painfully in my throat.

A soft rustling sound made me glance up quickly. Verania stood silently in the doorway, golden eyes watching me quietly, expression gentle yet faintly troubled.

"They're strong," she murmured quietly, stepping smoothly into the room, pausing beside me, one comforting hand resting lightly on my shoulder. "They'll recover."

I swallowed painfully, blinking rapidly against the stubborn tears spilling silently down my cheeks. "It should've been me," I whispered brokenly. "They shouldn't have suffered because I wasn't strong enough."

Verania knelt gracefully beside me, golden eyes fierce yet tender, gently cupping my cheek, forcing me to meet her steady gaze. "Never say that again, Elyzara. They protected you willingly. You're precious to them just as you are to us."

I nodded weakly, chest aching fiercely, struggling to believe her words. "But I'm supposed to be powerful. Invincible."

She smiled faintly, a rare, gentle softness briefly softening her usually stern features. "Even the strongest have vulnerabilities, Elyzara. It doesn't make you weak. It makes you human."

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"Or demon, or whatever combination we are," Grand Empress Saelira remarked lightly from the doorway, stepping gracefully into the room, followed closely by my other grandparents, all watching me with gentle concern. "You're allowed to feel, Elyzara."

Grand Warlord Eryndor chuckled softly, voice a comforting rumble. "Indeed. Tyrants are allowed emotions, as inconvenient as they may be."

I laughed softly despite myself, wiping roughly at the tears still slipping stubbornly down my cheeks. "I just I've never felt so helpless before."

Grand Consort Ilythia stepped forward quietly, expression serene yet deeply compassionate. "Helplessness isn't weakness, Elyzara. It's part of growing stronger."

Grand Strategist Veylen inclined his head slightly, watching me thoughtfully. "Precisely. Every wound, every tear it shapes you into a stronger, wiser leader."

I sighed softly, nodding slowly, absorbing their quiet wisdom, drawing comfort from their presence. My gaze drifted back toward Mara and Elira, heart still aching fiercely. "I just want them to be okay."

"They will be," Sylvithra murmured firmly, stepping gracefully into the room, silver eyes gentle yet reassuringly confident. "They're tougher than you give them credit for."

I exhaled shakily, finally allowing myself to lean gently against Verania's comforting presence, exhaustion settling heavily upon me once more. "Thank you all of you."

They smiled softly, gently reassuring, my family's fierce protectiveness surrounding me like a comforting shield. For a brief, precious moment, I allowed myself to simply rest, drawing strength from their support.

Then, softly, hesitantly, Mara stirred faintly, dark lashes fluttering slightly as she slowly opened tired eyes, gaze immediately meeting mine. "Elyzara?" she whispered weakly, a faint, tired smile curving her lips.

I gasped sharply, relief surging fiercely within me, tears spilling freely down my cheeks again. "Mara you're awake."

Elira stirred beside her, coppery curls shifting gently as she opened her eyes slowly, immediately focusing on me, expression filled with quiet relief. "We worried about you," she murmured softly, voice barely audible yet deeply comforting.

I laughed softly, voice trembling slightly with emotion. "You worried about me?"

Mara managed a faint smile, exhaustion clearly evident yet still fiercely protective. "Always."

I nodded slowly, throat tightening sharply, tears slipping silently down my cheeks once more. Guilt, relief, gratitude all surged fiercely within my chest, mingling together until I felt overwhelmed, utterly vulnerable.