She was small, her pale red eyes wide and bright. It was as if the cruelty of the world had no place in her mind. I couldn't remember a time like that. Was she lucky or unlucky to not know what kind of pain the outside world could cause? On one hand, she appeared to be living blissfully happy, without a care in the world. But that kind of happiness was easily crushed.
"Hello, my little roos," the man exclaimed, scooping the young child up in his arms. "I thought I told you to stay with your mother."
The child ignored her father, instead focusing her wide pink eyes on the man with brown hair. Though he looked younger than I remembered, I had no doubt in my mind that this man was one that I knew very well. One that I considered to be a second father to me. King Caesar Etherean. And t
