Anyone who might gaze on the three would find the Prince absolutely serene. How could he be anything but with his sun and moon beside him? His precious, adoring bulgae. How empty his life would be without them. They are, for him, a fulfillment, people for him to love and adore completely removed from his duties to the Court.

His.

And each other’s. Their love for one another sustained him in his dark hours. Knowing that neither would be alone when he couldn’t be present is a salve on his soul. Kellan peers at each in turn, tilting his head one way then the other to press his cheek against each twin’s hair.

The smile he answers with is warm and loving, the sort of expression given only to these two and his younger sister. “Sumin, my love, you spoil me so.” It isn’t a yes or a no, but he does open his mouth for the fruit which should be signal enough that he welcomes being fed and doted on by the bulgae brothers.