The next morning, Roman was playing in the drawing room of his father's quarters, eagerly waiting for him to appear. The boy was anxious to show off the new clothes he would be wearing for his visit to the academy.
"Roman, what is the reason for all this excitement?" Eilika asked, smoothing her skirt as she sat on the sofa. She had personally checked the tea service moments before to ensure everything was in order.
"Mama, we are visiting the academy today! I am super excited!" Roman called out, continuing to run around the center of the room in wide circles.
"Roman, do not hurt yourself running like that. Come and sit down," Eilika instructed, keeping her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched him.
"Mama, I won't fall," Roman insisted, just as his foot caught the edge of the heavy rug, sending him tumbling onto the floor.
"Ahh!"
"Roman!" Eilika stood up instantly, hurrying across the room toward him.
