This was all so confusing.

One moment, the man you saw as a father, Bram, was vowing to guard you with his life.

And now, there was no trace of him left, just Fyodor.

The man was in his clothes all of a sudden, an annoyingly smug smile on his face.

That evil in his eyes dissipated as he looked at you, running his hand over your hair and kneeling to your level.

It was almost like he cared, but you couldn't reciprocate.

It's wrong.

"Your hair has gotten so grimy, princess."