Damien chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched Ryan. "Yes, buddy. This is your room now."
Annie stood at the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself. Her expression was unreadable, though her eyes flicked over the space, taking in the subtle luxury of what was now Ryan's room. The walls were painted in neutral tones, and the decor was understated yet elegant—fitting for a prince, not necessarily for a child. She smiled faintly as Ryan hugged a pillow, clearly overjoyed.