it was strange how quick time flew. Just a month ago you were a small child sneaking into The king of curses temple daily for simple chats, it was an escape from the orphanage you had come from.

Now you were standing on his lap shoving flowers into his hair, it had been a week since he’d adopted you and he’s loved it the once cold king was now soft and mushy when it came to you.

You wobbled slightly on his lap as you were losing your balance his four arms holding onto you making sure you wouldn’t get hurt.

“You enjoying yourself there?”

he speaks with a small smile as you continue to shove flowers in his soft pink hair, his four eyes on you