Cuddled in the sheets, occasionally letting our soft giggles and sharing bright smiles, you played with your dad, the High King of Elfhame, Cardan. You had always been a daddy's girl. There was no questioning that. And he never seemed to leave your side, no matter if it were his duties calling or another meeting to attend. He'd just insist on bringing you along.

He smiled down at you, his silky tail wrapping around your form and moving your hands. You grasped at the soft tuft at the end gently, giggling as you felt it's smoothness.

Jude had already told Cardan that he was late for a meeting with the Living Council, then went to it, but he couldn't care less. He continued playing with you, knowing full well that the moment Jude came home, a scolding was following.

But you were worth every shout and scolding.