Calista BRAVAR ROXFLOOD PART II

“Father..” A faint sweet voice buzzed in lord Faust’s ears while he was busy checking the monthly accounts. He snapped his head up in the speed of wind. His previously frowned temple became eased up the moment his dear daughter’s beautiful face came into its sight. He couldn’t believe his own pair of eyes. His baby, his dear child was finally here.

Leaving the accounts as such, the pen he was holding on to got glued to the blank papers and he quickly wrapped her in his tight arms. Sniffing her scent, he made sure of no danger lurking over her, he eased up and his muscles relaxed, and a sweet smile replaced it up.

Beaming like a star, he enquired stroking her hairs lightly,

“When did you get here? Why weren’t I informed?” his voice changing lightly to an authoritative one towards the guards standing at his room doors. Poor souls. “Why don’t I get your scent?”