“Elle is here to search for Dad.”
The twins raised their eyebrows as the black-haired girl with starry black eyes in front of them said that slowly. They sat on a thick carpet near the bed as they prepared to share their secrets.
“Your Dad?” Niamh and Damian asked.
Elle nodded. “I’m here to search for Dad to help Mom.”
It was sufficient to say that Niamh and Damian were hoping for more context. They tilted their heads to the same side with questioning eyes.
“So... you see...” Elle had a very hard time trying to pick her words to explain things. “I don’t know how to explain... but my Mom needs help.”
Elle was just a four-year-old. She explained things in a big circle that Damian and Niamh struggled to follow, but they still tried.
“So, my Mom is trapped! And then the gods... soooooo many of them are trying to fight her! And she is winning! Or... or... I don&r
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“Careful, don’t wake them.”As Zaha and Ezekiel moved the children to the other side of the bed, Harriet wiped off the scribbles of makeup on her husband’s face and body. She smiled all the way to the last stain, transferring it to the soft white towel in her hand.“You’re done?” Ezekiel asked after he put down one of the kids, the one they didn’t really know, with long black hair and a smaller body compared to the other two.“Wait, let me see if there’s another stain,” Harriet patiently checked his body. “We don’t want him to wake up with poorly drawn makeup on his skin. That would be too cruel.”After saying that, the woman chuckled.Both Zaha and Ezekiel glanced at each other. The Duchess’ mood had lifted completely now, maybe after seeing how close her children were with their father without her fully knowing.In a way, that was one of Harriet&rsquo
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