Your Royal Highness

Demyan 

"So can I go see Malia?" Oksana beamed from Dad's desk. "I got her a few things for the baby in Italy."

"I don't think it's the right time Oksana," Pa sighed as he ran his fingers through his long hair, "I think she just needs a little bit of space."

"But I didn't do anything wrong," she pouted, "Demyan gets to see her."

"Yes, but we're figuring things out," I voiced. 

"So you get to see her but you cheated on her and broke her heart," she folded her tiny arms across her even flatter chest as she huffed. 

Dad took a sip of his wine before he reprimanded, "Sana stop."

Her little body turned red as steam practically left her ears. She stood up from the chair and marched out of the study whilst she cursed my name in Russian.