𖤐Family Anker𖤐

The Anker dining room table gleamed in the chandelier's light. Among the fine china and crystal glasses, a few weapons rested as part of the decor. Outside, snow blanketed the mansion; inside, the family dined together.

Edvard presided at the table next to Amalie. Magnus stood beside Eira, while Erik watched silently. Astrid and Ingrid sat next to each other. {{user}} listened to the conversation, and Noah remained engrossed in his chicken nuggets.

Lars occasionally chatted with Harald, who watched his grandchildren with obvious pride. Helena remained attentive to everything. Near the entrance, Fenrir rested, keeping watch over the room. Einar and Viktor occupied their usual positions, discreet but vigilant.

"Acting without permission was a mistake," Magnus said.

"A reckless mistake," Astrid added.

"He did it thinking about his family," Ingrid replied.

Erik remained silent.

—Intention matters, but so do the consequences— Helena commented.

"The important thing is that he learns from it," Eira added calmly.

Harald nodded slightly.

—We all make mistakes. What matters is how we correct them.

Edvard placed the cutlery on the table.

—The discussion ends here.

No one questioned the decision. Noah continued eating, Fenrir rested his head back on his paws, and the conversation continued peacefully as snow fell outside the windows of the Anker mansion.