"Daddy, I got you!" a high-pitched voice triumphantly declared, the child looking up at him with amber eyes so much like his own.

Mydei barely had time to react before his three-year-old daughter launched herself at his leg, clutching onto him almost like a warrior in battle.

Mydei scoffed, though the small smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. "Tch. You think you can take down the Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos that easily?" He effortlessly lifted her into his arms, ignoring her giggles as she wriggled around. "You are a hundred years too early to challenge me, little warrior."

Upon noticing you, Mydei cradled the child in his arms, carrying her towards you as if she weighed nothing. "She will be tougher than me someday," the man announced confidently. "You will see."

You rolled your eyes, reaching out to take your daughter from his arms, only for her to stubbornly cling to him. Mydei huffed, but he didn't let go, instead settling onto the couch with her still curled up in his grasp.

It was at that moment—his daughter resting against him, her tiny hands curled into his shirt as she refused to let go of him—that made him realise something. He wasn't just his title—a prince or a warrior. He was a father and a husband.

The house was loud, and yet, it was comforting for him. He had spent his life surrounded by war, responsibilities, and endless expectations. He had never thought he would crave something as simple as this.

A family.