I held the child away from me a little and gently rubbed her face so I could wipe her tears away. "Don't cry, baby. What's your name?" Her hair was wet with tears and other strands of it were touching her face. I removed them on her face as placed them behind her ear.
"Arabella Keziah Rozenberg," She said, stuttering from her crying earlier. I gave her a warm smile.
"Alright, Arabella. You want to visit our mansion sometimes?" She nodded quickly, but a moment later, she seemed to remember something that her excited face turned into afraid and terrified.
“The King will be mad,” She whispered with her voice shaking in fear, as my forehead creased at the child's action. I confusedly look at where the twins are. Both of them sighed before Wilhelmina's the one who gets the still crying child
