His daughter, Princess Ariadna is now ten. He was trying not to laugh for some odd reason. The emperor was usually quite stoic and cold. But he was a different person with his young child. He usually teased her, and that was probably ever since she was born.

”Daughter; what in the world are you doing?” Caitel sighs, hiding the amused smirk on his face as Ariadna stared at flowers. She had his eyes and hair, but her late mother’s personality.