The Last Descendant

10. Blasts To The Past (Part 1.)

This is the special  chapter that I owe you guys, so please enjoy! OH! BTW, this will be in the past, just to prevent confusion. LOVE YAH!!

Translations will be from Google Translate, so there will be errors.

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There once was a man who ruled over a vast and powerful empire, with his most beautiful and his most favorite bride, by his side. Together they ruled over the country of Romania, expanding their empire towards the east and west. The man, once a prince, was now a king and had a big family consisting of two brides, three sons, and-

"  PAPA!"  An energetic young girl cried out as she run up the hill, towards her father and mother, her brothers trailing behind her running towards their respective mothers, and  some of the flowers she picked, which were wrapped in her arms were flying behind her, some getting caught in her hair. The little girl was a pretty thing, with porcelain skin smooth to the touch, wide doe-like eyes shining in innocence and curiosity, pink lips not yet filled out but beautiful none the less, and long silky smooth hair that was curly and bounced on her shoulders whenever she moved, and if you looked close enough you could see wisps of straight and wavy hair. All in all, she was a very beautiful girl, a sight for sore eyes.

A daughter. The only daughter  born in the household, and the only female in a family of sons. She was the king's pride and joy, she was a miracle child and she was loved by her family, especially her father, who showered her with gifts and love, showing her nothing but affection.

The little girl  stared up at her father, cheeks red from exhaustion of having to run, chest heaving up and down, eagerly gasping for breath, and all with a smile on her face. She thrust her arms filled with flowers up towards her father, who stared down at his daughter with mirth in eyes as well as a soft look, that was saved for no one else, but his precious daughter."Papa, uita-te la toate florile frumoase le-am găsit ! (Papa, look at all the pretty flowers we found!)" The girl had roses, dandelions, peonies,lilies, and many more  varieties in her arms.

Her father knelt down to his knees to his darling's height and ruffled her hair."Da , pot să văd că te iubesc florile îngerul meu mic .(Yes, I can see that you love flowers my little angel.)" Her father said in an amused tone, as he stared down at all the flowers in her arms, some of the flowers even had the roots attached to their stems.

The little girl nodded her head and smiled at her father who stared at her with soft eyes,"Eu fac dragoste flori papa ! Ele sunt atât de frumoase !  (I do love flowers papa! They are so pretty!)" The little girl shouted, her hair catching the rays of the sun, turning her lovely silver locks a silvery platinum gold color. Her beautiful red eyes shining bright with childish excitement and wonder.

Her father chuckled full heartedly and he pluck a rose from her arms and began taking the thorns off,"Nu la fel de frumoasă ca tine , copilul meu.(Not as beautiful as you, my child)" He said softly, his words filled with love and care. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear, and placed the rose behind her ear, the brilliance of the scarlet rose making her eyes pop. Her father hugged her gently and smiled at her, placing their foreheads together,"Draga Fiica mea , ești mult mai frumoasă decât orice floare . Nimic nu se poate compara cu tine copilul meu dulce .  (My dear daughter, you are far more beautiful than any flower. Nothing can compare to you my sweet child.)"

His little girl smiled brightly and grabbed a hold of his hand,"Sunt doar destul pentru că mă uit ca tine tata!(I am only pretty because I look like you daddy!)" She said innocently and her father shook his head in disagreement, but said nothing and decided to leave her be.

He hauled her up in to his arms, earning giggles and a kiss on the cheek. He smiled down at her and spoke in a soft loving tone that only a parent could use,"Cat, este timpul să se întoarcă la palat acum , frații tăi și mamele sunt în așteptare pentru noi .(Cat, it is time to go back to the palace now, your brothers and the mothers are waiting for us.)"

The little girl, Cat, yawned and rubbed her eyes, her arm still holding the flowers. She sleepily nodded and rested her head on the crook between her father's neck and shoulder."Bun night papa . (Goodnight Papa.)" She whispered before the pleasurable lull of sleep took her away.