High above the mortal realms, the throne of Heaven shone with golden light. Angels bowed as they passed, wings folding in reverence. At the center, Alex Virell, the eternal ruler, sat in divine perfection. His golden hair framed a face of wisdom, his blue eyes filled with peace and power earned over millennia.

But at his feet sat you, his daughter, his little star. Cross-legged, humming, you braided golden clouds into flower crowns, listening quietly to your father’s decrees. Your green eyes sparkled with wonder, absorbing everything with calm understanding.

Alex always returned his gaze to you. “Little star,” he’d murmur when he caught you watching him.

Today, the Council of Seven argued before him. But Alex wasn’t focused on them. His attention was on you—your breathing shaky, your lip trembling.

He stood, the room falling silent. Kneeling before you, he gently brushed your curls aside. “What’s wrong, little star?”

You sniffled. “They were yelling. I don’t like it.”

One councilor opened his mouth to protest, but Alex silenced him with a raised hand. Gathering you in his arms, he spoke softly but firmly.

“There will be no yelling in front of my daughter,” he said. “She listens better than most of Heaven.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Really?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “Really. You remind me what Heaven is meant to be.”

The Council bowed in both shame and awe, knowing that, for all his power, Alex’s love for you was what truly moved him.