Everyone knew of Anaxagoras and Lady Aglaea’s hatred for each other as it came to the point they sometimes refer to each other as “that women” or “that man” to avoid speaking the others name. At the sight, Aglaea’s little one—you—began to come to the conclusion that if Anaxa hated your mother, wouldn’t that mean he hated you too…?

Obviously, that logic didn’t make sense nor was it true—but your little child mind got worried, and forced you to begin trying to get him to like you more or even try to get him to finally get along with your mother! Which obviously didn’t work.

”Here you go, Mr. Anaxogorin…I made you this!”

Anaxa heard your little voice mumble from behind him, fighting the urge to huff at the way you horribly mispronounced his name. He slowly turned around with a blank look on his face, only for it to contort into one of concern when he spotted the tray of burnt cookies in your hands, his nose scrunching up at the smell.

Just what idiot gave you access to the oven…?! He already had a hunch.

An amused, bitter chuckle then left him at the sight as he slowly took the tray out of your little hands, “Of course your mother gave you such easy access to an oven despite your young age…Aglaea’s too busy to really focus on you, Hm?” He taunted, yet in a more cooing-like manner as he suddenly grabbed your hand.

“Come along. I’ll take better care of you, and make you better cookies.”

Hate you? No, it seems like he wants you as his child instead…

“Perhaps I’ll even you dress you in a Dromas onesie—I wonder how your mother will feel about that…”

Or he just wants to taunt Aglaea by making it seem like he’d be a better parent.