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⏤ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳
𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, she has re-read multiple times, to the floor, stretching all un-lady like on her bed as she yawns. Once satisfied with her stretch, she sighs softly, getting up.
She goes to her bathroom, grabbing the small stool to stand on in order for herself to be seen in the small mirror. She looks at herself, tilting her head at her appearance.
Freckles littered her nose, cheeks, and even some at her collarbone. Her brown eyes shined beautifully due to the sun entering the small room through a small opening. And, of course, the most noticeable appearance; her hair.
Her hair being as white as snow. It's currently held up, already a mess since she had been rolling around her bed, trying to find comfort while reading, but was unsuccessful.
"Princess! I'm home!"
Dara jumps down from the stool, her heart pounding as she had not seen her father in three days since he went out to get supplies. She runs in, finding the man as she quickly jumps into his arms.
"Papa!"
His large arms engulf her tight frame, Dara feeling a sense of peace wash over her thanks to her sense of touch, the exact sense allowing her mind to process the fact that her father is home safe and sound.
"Guess what I got you," he puts her down, kneeling to her level as he digs into he bag.
Dara waits, jumping up and down excitingly. Her nerves jumbles, especially more in a haywire since her father is home, but that gets thrown out the window when she finds her father holding a strawberry creme.
Dara could almost cry.
"Can I⏤" Dara takes her eyes off the cake, looking to her father as she sinks in a bit, "after dinner?"
Her father, Dalton Leovolt, nods, "yes, after dinner. Go wash up while I get it ready."
"Yes, papa."
Dara runs to her restroom, her ears filling her with soft chuckles from her father. She gets back onto her stool, turning the water to have it run from the pipe her father built and into the sink.
Looking into the mirror, as she washes her hands, her high drive of excitement is now calming like waves after a storm...and a new storm brewing out of that one.
Though, not of happiness...a storm of fear.
It always happens, always. Dara tries to revel in her feeling of joy for her father's safety return, but then her mind came to remind her of what would occur if she did not follow the rules.
