Hungry.

As Kent entered their bedroom, he gently laid August down, removing her shoes, clothes and accessories before covering her with a blanket.

He went to the closet and brought out a simple wear with a face wipes which he used in cleaning her makeup. After dressing her, she stirred softly , as her eyes opened.

"Kent?" she whispered and called out.

"I'm here, baby," Kent replied, sitting beside her.

Just then, the butler knocked softly on the door. "Sir, I have prepared the soup. Shall I bring it in?

Kent nodded his head and answered. "Yes, thank you, Uncle."

The butler entered with a tray, bearing a steaming bowl of soup and fresh fruit.

August's eyes lit up. "Food."

Kent smiled. "Eat up, baby." He said as he placed it on the table.

As August ate, Kent watched, ensuring she finished every bite.

When she finished, August yawned.

"Tired," she whispered and yawned again.

Kent tucked her in. "Sleep, baby. I will be here."

August's eyes closed, and Kent sat beside her, holding her hand.

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