𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

13) Castellated

Castellated (adjective) [kas-tl-ey-tid]
Having many castles

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Where is she?" You asked your husband with concern, "She's so quiet."

The house was completely silent, except for the clinking and clatter of plates. Dylan was helping you wash the dishes. He looked into the hallway.

You both froze, trying to hear any sound coming from your daughter's bedroom. Your four year old daughter, [y/d/n], was known to be very interactive and energetic. She'd always keep you both and others occupied by questions about the world around her.

Silence was strange, and as more time passed, Dylan and you grew more worried and curious.

"Let me check on her," Dylan said and kissed your head. You smiled as he wiped his hands with the kitchen towel. You watched him walk towards [y/d/n] room and entered inside.

You smiled as you turned back to the dishes. You loved your family like anything. You wouldn't trade them for anything.

You finished the dishes, and looked into the oven to check on the roasted chicken you prepared for dinner. You took it out and rested it on the counter.

You took out the mash potatoes from the fridge, added salt, pepper and butter, and mixed it up. You popped it back into the fridge and started setting up the table for dinner.

After finishing the jobs you looked at the clock hanging by the door.

It had been half an hour since Dylan had gone to check on your daughter. You looked with confusion and worry once again, as you couldn't hear anything.

But then you heard a loud yell.

You jogged to your daughter's bedroom and swung the door open. "What's wrong?" You questioned with panic.

You scanned the room. "What the..." you said with surprise as you saw your daughter wearing a black cape and a wizard's hat. She was wearing a paper beard and had a paper wand in her hand.

You looked over to Dylan and you couldn't hold back your laughter. He was wearing pink wings and a pink tiara. He had lipstick and blush on his face.

The room had pillow forts and castles all around. The castle near Dylan was filled with your daughter's stuffed animals.

"What is... happening here?" You managed to say between laughs. Your daughter got off her bed and ran to you. "Daddy is a fairy princess and I'm the evil wizard. I want to rule over all of daddy's castles!" [y/d/n] explained and did an 'evil laugh'.

You smiled at how adorable she is. "Fairy princess huh?" You smirked as leaned on the door frame and looked at your husband, who was sitting on the floor.

You reached to grab your phone but Dylan threw himself at you. "Woah! No way you're taking a picture!" He said as he grabbed your hands. "Oh come on, honey! This is adorable and it's a memory," you argued.

Your daughter gave him the puppy eyes, and you played along too. Dylan rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay... anything for my girls."

Dylan knelt down and tickled your daughter. He hugged her and you took a picture. It was so cute!

"Okay both you fairytale beauties, time for dinner!"