|| Father and daughter ||

The sun had already set over the kingdom, leaving behind a beautiful pink and orange hue that slowly faded into the darkness of night. The Emperor had been sitting in his office for hours, working through various documents and attending to the affairs of the kingdom. He had just finished signing a stack of papers when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Your majesty, the Duke of Elrod is here," Darius, the Emperor's trusted advisor, informed him.

"Let him in," the Emperor replied, slightly intrigued as to why the Duke had come to visit him at such a late hour.

Duke Elron entered the room and took a seat in front of the fireplace. His face showed a hint of surprise when he saw the Emperor, but he quickly composed himself and spoke up.

"Darius, how is Hydrancea doing?" the Duke asked, referring to the Emperor's beloved daughter.

"Her maid reported some changes," Darius replied, knowing the Duke had a keen interest in the princess.

The Duke's face lit up at the news, and he turned to the Emperor with a proposal.

"Since she is doing fine, can we get her married to my younger son, Elias?" the Duke asked.

The Emperor's face darkened, and his red eyes shone dangerously bright. He loved his daughter with his entire being and the thought of giving her away in marriage was something he couldn't bear.

"Averon Elrod, mind your words. My daughter is not going to get married," the Emperor retorted, his voice laced with anger.

The Duke had always had his eyes set on Hydrancea since the day she was born, even going so far as to express his desire for her to become his daughter. The Emperor knew this all too well and had made it a point to keep his daughter away from the Duke and his sons.

"Hey, my younger son, Elias, is old enough, you know," the Duke continued, trying to push his proposal.

The Emperor's anger grew, and he started to look for his imperial sword, which he kept nearby at all times. He made it clear that none of the Duke's three sons would ever meet Hydrancea.

"Okay, Darius, fine. Bye. Don't kill my sons," the Duke quickly said before running out of the Imperial office.

The Emperor let out a deep sigh as he watched the Duke leave. He couldn't help but feel frustrated with the constant pressure from the kingdom's vassals to marry off his daughter. It seemed as though every noble in the kingdom wanted to use Hydrancea as a means to gain favor with the Emperor.

"My beautiful daughter is already pulling the heart of so many boys," the Emperor thought to himself. "Come to think of it, it has been about two months since I've seen her."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dark and menacing as the Emperor thought about how he had been neglecting his daughter. He blamed himself for being too busy with his duties as Emperor and not spending enough time with Hydrancea.

"Those damn vassals," he muttered under his breath. "Because of them, my precious daughter hasn't seen her handsome father's face. I must go see her today."

The Emperor quickly left his office and headed towards his daughter's chambers. As he approached her room, he quietly opened the door and peered inside. His heart swelled with love as he saw his daughter sleeping peacefully, free from the nightmares that often plagued her.

As Hydrancea's father, the emperor had always been worried about his daughter's well-being. Her paralysis had caused her to live a sheltered life, and he had always been anxious about her safety and happiness.

But today, as he watched her sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't having nightmares, and her face looked relaxed and serene.

As he stood there, watching his daughter sleep, he couldn't help but notice the parchment and quilt that she had used earlier. Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked up the parchment and started reading it.

As he read through the blueprints of a wheelchair, his eyes widened in amazement. He had always known that his daughter was intelligent, but he had never realized just how talented she was.

He could see the intricate details of the wheelchair, the measurements, the specifications, all carefully calculated and planned out. He could see the dedication and hard work that had gone into creating such a masterpiece.

The emperor felt a surge of pride and admiration for his daughter, and he knew that he had to do everything in his power to make sure that her dreams became a reality.

The next morning, the emperor called for his carpenter and handed him the blueprints. He gave strict instructions to build the wheelchair exactly as his daughter had envisioned it, and to spare no expense in its construction. He knew that this would make his daughter's life much easier, and he was determined to do whatever it took to make her happy.