(Back to Mary's POV)

Fifteen minutes after William went to check on Brielle he returned, holding our daughter, who had a disgruntled look on her face, while our son followed closely behind. He set Brielle down on the cot and she crawled over to me, curling up by my legs.

"Are you alright Brielle?" I asked softly.

"Yes Mama.." She replied quietly. "But Papa says I can't go riding for a while."

"I'm afraid he's right." I replied. "And you won't be running around much either until your ankle heals."

"Then what can I do?" She asked.

"We can do things inside." Replied Braden. "Do you want to play with my soldiers?"

Brielle's face brightened and she nodded.

"Alright, I'll get them then." Said Braden and he ran off upstairs.

(Alastor's POV)

I walked down the hall to the sitting room and stood just outside its entrance, watching William's son and daughter, my grandchildren, play on the floor with a bunch of toy soldiers while he and his wife lay together on a cot, also watching their children play.

"Papa, come play with us!" His daughter said.

"Alright angel." Replied William with a smile and joined them on the floor, while Mary still lay watching from the cot.

I turned to leave when I was spotted by Mary, who met my gaze with rich emerald eyes.

"Come Alastor. Come here and play with the children."