He Has A Daughter.

Chapter 3

Luna's pov:

I widen my eyes, quickly hiding the heavy sword behind me.

Curse my small body!

"Luna, what is all this?" He asked, "and how did you... find this sword?"

"P-papa..." i shiver, is this okay? To call him papa.

"I... read a book that my father will come to see me if i did that" i say, lying.

Any person would believe a three year old cute girl.

He paused, sighing.

He walked towards me, and squats down eye to eye level with me.

"That sword is dangerous. You may use it when you're old enough to handle it. You're three years old, Luna." He said, patting my head.

I can't help but gaze at his eyes, after all, he only comes at night when i'm asleep.

He doesn't come on Tuesday's, and today is Tuesday so i thought it was fine.

I didn't have a father in my previous life, sure Keegan is an amazing person, but Liam- my father- i want to get close to him. I feel that i can understand him.

I feel that i can connect with him.

"Sorry" i say.

"And what did you say when you had that sword? Were you casting a spell?" He asked, raising a brow at me.

Shit!

I said my previous name.

"No, father. I begged the sword to bring me my father!" I pout cutely.

He chuckles, "how silly."

He paused and thought for a moment "out of all the swords, how did you get your hands on such a useless sword?" He shook his head, sighing.

I tilt my head, does this world not know that emeralds has great use?

He picked me up and sets me on my bed. He tilts his head at me "Keegan said you take after me."

I can't help but gulp, if my father knows i have stronger powers than him then will he kill me just like the novel said?

What if i grew closer to him? Will he still kill me?

But i'm his daughter... he...

He wouldn't, right?

...right?

I stare at him, the room growing silent as our eyes are gazing at each other.

"Father, please don't leave me again." I say, honestly.

I can handle myself without a father, i'm used to it.

But if i have to get closer to my father so i could survive, then so be it.

He doesn't answer and just stared at me.

After a few seconds, he says "how do you know i'm your father?"

Act like a child.

Act like your age.

In this world, you are not queen Lucia, you are Luna.

And this man is your father.

Survive.

Act.like.you.are.your.current.age.

"Because father looks like Luna!" I smile and raise my hands up high, acting like a child.

"I see" he chuckles again.