the baffled king composing hallelujah
Aoife burbled and cooed up at Amalia, offering a broad grin and nestling against her chest. Ronin smiled softly as he watched the two of them, feeling a sudden sharp tug in his chest as he wondered if his daughter felt it, the lack of a mother in her life. But now, above all, was not the time to sink into that sort of game of what-if.
Nodding to her, the hunter ruffled a hand through his dark hair and tried on a smile. "I know," he murmured in understanding. "The next time you plan anything... let me know. I'll be there - and I won't walk out this time, I promise."
Nodding to her, the hunter ruffled a hand through his dark hair and tried on a smile. "I know," he murmured in understanding. "The next time you plan anything... let me know. I'll be there - and I won't walk out this time, I promise."
