Icecream

Klaus handed the little girl a stuffed toy, feeling like a stranger in the middle of the park, dressed in a suit and surrounded by his guards, while at a playground with his niece staring at him with that typical look of amazement in children's eyes.

"Giraffe," she said, smiling as she took the toy in her hands, hugging it tightly and looking at her adoptive parents for approval, reluctantly, they both smiled.

After some tough bargaining from Klaus and surprisingly compelling extortion from Edgar, they had managed to convince Horace to hand over the girl. His visibly affected wife looked at Klaus with resentment.

"That's right, sweetie, it's a giraffe," encouraged Klaus. The little girl was the spitting image of his younger sister, which made his chest tighten. He hadn't been able to protect Alenna at that age; he was too naive, too inexperienced. But now, he would do whatever it takes to have his niece back.

Although he knew his role would be that of a father, knowing that this littl