"Uncle Max, don't be too formal," Lucien said with a grin. "Didn't you already give me the medal with your family's insignia? That alone is a huge favor."
Maxim looked at Lucien. A thoughtful expression was on his face.
In his hands, he held something wrapped in a red cloth.
He seemed almost hesitant. It's like he was preparing to reveal a surprise.
Then with a small shake of his head, he spoke.
"A mere medal is nothing," he said at last. "Nephew, I'm not that petty. Even this gift… I don't think it's enough to express what I truly want to give you."
Lucien fell silent. He hadn't expected Maxim to take it so seriously.
Maxim then presented the gift.
Without another word, Maxim stepped forward and gently placed the object in front of him. He pulled away the red cloth revealing...
A birdcage.
It was beautifully crafted.
An intricate piece of work made with care.
Inside, there were two birds.
Two pure white birds.
Lucien leaned in.
"Doves?"
