~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 19

        Neuvillette stepped into the doors of the Palais Mermonia, and almost instantly, a chorus of gasps bombarded him from the inside. A few of his female staff ran to him.

"Iudex, is that your child?!"

"Oh my Archons, how cute!"

"Can I hold her, please?"

Neuvillette had expected many things, but the fact that all of the staff were so... eager  to meet his baby girl touched him deeply.

"Ah, very well. She is not my biological offspring. I was strolling through the streets of Vasari Passage, when Lucille came to me and tugged on my hair, all alone."

"Lucille? How did you know her name? Does she have any information on the tags of her clothes?"

"Ah... well, it didn't feel right to address her as little girl, so, I decided to name her."

The staff members chuckle, much to his confusion.

One of the ladies reached out, gently grasping Lucille's waist as to hold her. Lucille, however, let out a soft and pitiful cry.

"Do not touch her."

The women were slightly surprised, not that he wasn't either. He'd never even heard himself sound so... scary. He had a tendency to be cold and impassable, yet he'd never openly growled  at anyone like he just did. Yet, some part of him huffed in satisfaction that his Lucille was safe.

Sovereigns, this doesn't seem to be ending well.

And? She tried to hurt Lucille! Are you going to just stand by and watch as she cries in discomfort?! What kind of a mother are you?!

Mother!?

A soft exhale left him. All this time, he had referred to himself as her mother... yet, he should be her father, considering he was male.

Too bad! Maman it is, douchebag!

Neuvillette shook his head.

"Ah, my apologies... I-I do not know what came over me..."

"Oh, it's alright, it's probably the paternal instincts."

Maternal. Get it right, *****!

Oh hush, we get it! I'm her mother now!

Glad you understand.

Neuvillette simply nodded to her, entering his office and setting Lucille on his desk. The little girl blinked up at him, and he was mildly surprised to see her little icy blue eyes. 

They're so... nostalgic. Is this what mortals call déjà vu?

He knew those eyes, but where from? 

He brushed a hand through the child's soft white hair, cooing to her.

"My little Romaritime Flower, aren't you, Luci?"

The Chief Justice smiles at her, gently kissing her little forehead, eliciting a small giggle from the little girl's lips. 

Oh, so precious! My little darling, mon petite chaton...

"Mon ange, mon chouchou, maman's bébé, mon poussin..."

He couldn't help the sweet Fontainian words that flowed off his tongue, and he continued to pepper itty bitty little kisses on her sweet little face.

Suddenly, the door to his office opened, and in strides a very amused Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.