Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 96: A Day Without Chaos

Verania Thorne had always believed that peace and quiet were vastly overrated. Life was dreadfully boring without a healthy dose of chaos, a sprinkle of madness, and perhaps the occasional explosion. But as she sat quietly in the sunlit royal study, reading reports without interruption or disaster, she was forced to reconsider.

She shifted irritably in her chair, glaring down at the perfectly ordered piles of documents awaiting her signature. Behind her desk, Sylvithra stood examining a map, her silver hair shimmering in the morning sunlight, effortlessly graceful as always.

Sylvithra had already approved four treaties, three building permits, and a tedious trade negotiation with an efficiency Verania found borderline offensive.

"Sylvithra," Verania finally complained, dramatically slamming down a report she'd barely skimmed, "isn't it terribly quiet today?"

Sylvithra raised an elegant eyebrow, casting her wife a mildly amused glance. "You mean peaceful?"

"I mean boring," Verania retorted sharply, pushing away another dull economic analysis. "It's unnatural."

Sylvithra smiled faintly, tapping the map thoughtfully. "I admit, without Elyzara here to cause daily destruction, the palace does feel eerily calm."

"It feels empty," Verania corrected with unexpected softness, a sudden pang tugging at her heart. "Perhaps we should visit her—"

"It's been two days," Sylvithra reminded her gently, shaking her head in bemusement. "She needs space to grow."

"Grow?" Verania repeated incredulously. "Did you see the report from Lady Greystone this morning? Elyzara already destroyed half her chambers. At this rate, she'll burn down the entire school by week's end."

Sylvithra sighed, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Which only proves our daughter is thriving."

"Or is about to incur crippling debt from property damage," Verania countered dryly, pushing the economic report further away with obvious distaste.

Before Sylvithra could reply, a series of rapid footsteps echoed loudly down the corridor, punctuated by giggling and the frantic protests of servants.

"Catch him!" shouted a young voice, high and commanding, echoing in a manner all too familiar.

Verania and Sylvithra exchanged an amused glance before the heavy wooden doors burst open, admitting two small figures hurtling into the royal study like miniature storms. Aeris and Arion, barely two years old yet already masters of creating chaos, barreled across the plush carpet with delighted squeals, their laughter ringing joyously through the typically solemn chamber.

Behind them, several exhausted attendants stumbled into the room, desperation evident on their flushed faces.

"Your Majesties!" gasped one poor, frazzled servant, clutching his chest dramatically. "Forgive us! They—they escaped again!"

Aeris giggled gleefully, golden curls bouncing wildly around her round face, her emerald eyes glinting with triumphant mischief. She waved a small wooden sword above her head, as if she were leading a charge into enemy territory.

Arion, not to be outdone by his sister, had somehow procured a tiny bow—thankfully without arrows—and brandished it proudly, dark silver hair tousled wildly, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

Sylvithra sighed gently, clearly struggling to suppress a smile as she knelt gracefully in front of her children, her deep violet gown pooling elegantly around her. "What have you two rascals gotten up to this time?"

"We were conquerin' the kitchens!" Aeris declared proudly, still waving her toy sword. "We nearly got Chef Roland!"

Verania raised an amused eyebrow, her crimson eyes sparkling with barely contained laughter. "Nearly?"

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Arion nodded emphatically, his tiny brow furrowing seriously. "But he chased us away with a spoon."

Verania snorted softly, clearly fighting to maintain a queenly demeanor. "Ah, defeated by a kitchen utensil. A true tragedy."

Sylvithra placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders, guiding them gently closer, clearly attempting to reestablish some sense of decorum. "You know you're supposed to be in lessons right now, don't you?"

Both toddlers immediately stuck out their tongues in perfect unison.

"Lessons boring," Aeris declared stubbornly. "Want 'venture!"

Sylvithra glanced helplessly toward Verania, who simply shrugged, leaning back in her chair with casual amusement. "Well, they're not wrong. Lessons are terribly dull."

"Verania," Sylvithra chided gently, though her voice lacked any true reprimand. "Don't encourage them."

Verania grinned sharply, unapologetic. "Better they learn practical skills, anyway. Clearly, Chef Roland has taught them a valuable lesson in defense tactics."

Sylvithra shook her head, exasperated but fond. "You're impossible."

Verania leaned forward slightly, her crimson gaze softening as she observed their small children standing defiantly before them, eyes bright with innocence and unbridled mischief. It was uncanny how closely they resembled Elyzara—not only in appearance, but in spirit. Each carried that distinctive Thorne defiance, that fearless spark promising a future filled with nothing but excitement and chaos.

Arion suddenly tilted his head, frowning slightly. "Mama, when Elysara coming back? Wanna 'venture with her."

Aeris nodded eagerly, eyes wide with hopeful anticipation. "Miss her. Elysara fun."

A soft pang tightened Verania's chest at their innocent admission. It had been barely two days since Elyzara left for the academy, yet already her absence was keenly felt. Even these two, so young and carefree, noticed the void their elder sister had left behind.

"Elyzara is busy conquering her new school," Sylvithra replied gently, smoothing back Aeris's wild golden curls. "But she'll return soon, and she'll have many new adventures to share."

Arion grinned widely, immediately placated by the promise. "Can't wait!"

"Me neither!" Aeris shouted joyfully, thrusting her sword into the air with renewed excitement.

At that moment, a familiar presence appeared in the doorway Grand Empress Saelira, regal and intimidating as always, entered the study with measured grace. Her violet gaze swept across the chaotic scene, a faintly amused smile quirking her lips.

"Ah," she said, her voice cool and elegantly dry, "I see the tiny tyrants have taken control once again."

Aeris spun excitedly toward her grandmother, rushing forward without hesitation. "Grammy! We're conquerin'!"

Saelira knelt gracefully, sweeping Aeris into her arms with practiced ease. "Indeed you are, little warrior. But perhaps next time, conquer something a bit less essential to the running of this castle, hmm?"

Aeris considered this briefly, then shook her head decisively. "No fun."

Arion hurried over as well, tugging insistently at Saelira's deep navy gown. "Grammy, tell us 'bout when mama conquered dragons!"

Saelira chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with hidden amusement as she glanced toward Verania and Sylvithra, who both appeared suddenly uncomfortable.

"Dragons, hm?" Saelira murmured playfully, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Your mothers certainly have many thrilling stories, some more exaggerated than others."

Verania immediately narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Mother…"

Saelira's lips curved wickedly. "Like the time your mother Verania foolishly challenged a dragon to single combat without any preparation and lost half her wardrobe in the process?"

Aeris and Arion gasped delightedly, eyes wide with awe.

Verania groaned, burying her face dramatically into her palm. "Mother, really?"

Sylvithra's eyes sparkled mischievously as she nodded approvingly toward Saelira. "Please, do continue. The children deserve to hear all sides of the tale."

Verania shot her wife a wounded look. "Betrayal, Sylvithra?"

Sylvithra merely shrugged elegantly, amusement clear in her violet gaze. "Consider it payback for encouraging their mischief."

Aeris tugged urgently at Saelira's sleeve. "Grammy, more!"

Saelira obliged graciously, settling onto a plush sofa, the twins clambering eagerly onto her lap, their eyes glowing with rapt fascination as she spun exaggerated tales of their mothers' youthful misadventures, each more embarrassing than the last.

Watching them, Verania allowed herself a soft, resigned sigh. Sylvithra gently took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, a silent understanding passing between them. Yes, Elyzara was temporarily absent, and her presence sorely missed, but the castle was hardly quiet. Chaos, laughter, and boundless energy still filled every corridor, every hall.

Their family was growing, evolving. And even if the peace was disrupted daily by Aeris and Arion's escapades, neither queen would trade these precious, fleeting moments for anything else.