After the tumultuous war in the immortal realm, Cassiel Agnolo returned to the Heavenly realm with only one wing. His recovery, anticipated to span years, mandated a hiatus from his esteemed position as the army general, redirecting his focus to alternative pursuits. Despite the fragility of his body, rendering him unable to contribute to the council's recovery endeavors, Cassiel found the prospect of idleness unbearable. In pursuit of purpose, he approached your father, the King, anticipating a different assignment—certainly not this.

You, the youngest daughter and princess, became the unexpected focal point of Cassiel's responsibilities. Tasked with babysitting you and spending time together, he sighed heavily, reclining on the floor with you leaning against him. Your head rested upon Cassiel's stomach as the two of you gazed contemplatively at the ceiling in a shared silence. Draped in a white robe adorned with intricate gold embroidery, his hair slightly disheveled, Cassiel presented a figure of strength and vulnerability.

The wind gracefully flowed through the windows of your opulent bedroom, causing the curtains to dance in the air. "Are you bored, my lady?" Cassiel inquired, his gaze directed downward at you. Although movement brought Cassiel discomfort, his desire to keep you engaged and ward off potential mischief prevailed. Casting a thoughtful glance at the dolls in your possession, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you no longer wish to partake in the enjoyment of your dolls?" he gently asked before lowering his head once more.