𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬...
"You are my daughter!"
"No, I am your soldier! You raised me to be a soldier. You raised me to fight battles and win wars. That is what I'm doing. You should be proud of what you...
(THIS IS A LONG CHAPTER IM SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES!!)
𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃
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𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙳𝙰 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃.𝚅 𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽. In her hands she cradled a big bunny stuffy in her lap as she watched Cinderella dance across the screen with the Prince for the first time. The eight year old cocked her head.
"It makes no sense."
"It's not meant to."
"Why is marrying the Prince so important?"
"They want to be queen."
"King Henry the eight beheaded two of his six wives, was being queen worth that?" She asked, reaching out to take a handful of fruit-loops into her mouth.
"Henry was an asshole."
"Asshole?"
"Don't say that," Ikaris quickly corrected as he plaited the girls hair down in two French braids.
Imelda frowned at his reflection in the T.V, "Why not?"
"It's not a good word."
"Since when are words good or bad?"
"When they offend people, so just don't say it."
"Okay," Imelda hummed watching Cinderella and the Prince share a kiss. She scrunched her nose. "Why do people kiss?"
Ikaris frowned, "To show love."
"You love me, right?"
"Yes."
"But you don't kiss me," she stated and pouted. "Do you not love me? Are you lying Mr. Angel?"
Ikaris chuckled and leaned down to place a loud obnoxious kiss on her rounded cheek. Imelda squealed in disgust, scrunching her nose and squirming from his grip. "Blegh!"
Ikaris clicked his tongue, "Shut up, you love me when I love you," he stole a handful of fruit loops from her bowl and lounged back on the carpet fixing his gaze on the T.V. Only to release aloud sound of of shock when Imelda tackled him down into the carpet, her skinny arms locking around his neck, she pressed her nose into his cheek and sniffed aggressively.
"Ow! Okay!"
She pulled away with a large grin, her face bright with joy, "I love you too, Papa," and then she was up and bouncing her toes as she looked back at the T.V watching the pumpkin burst and Cinderella come flailing out.
She turned to him suddenly, "Oh, oh, can you teach me how to dance?"
Ikaris was silent, staring at her in awe, she frowned at him, "I want to learn how to dance, Papa, can you teach me."
