The sound of pages turning and the scratching of a quill on paper were not unfamiliar sounds in the middle of the night.

Ajacis was in his dimly lit office, wearing only a black nightgown that showed off his hard, perfectly sculpted chest clearly.

His sharp gaze then looked up from the pile of books, staring at the door, before the door finally creaked open - revealing a tiny figure peeking out there.

Oh here she is, his little baby girl. "Ruu." he called in his deep voice.