I Was Never Meant to Have This

[Emperor Cassius's Pov]

Emperor's memory:

"Papa… I drew our family picture," she said, her voice full of pride, her little feet dashing toward me with that infectious energy only she could carry.

I turned just in time to catch her before she stumbled. A paper flapped in her tiny hand like a bird in flight.

I smiled—without realizing it—and picked her up, settling her on my lap. Her hair smelled faintly of wildflowers and ink, and her cheeks were smeared with streaks of paint. I took the picture from her hand.

It was... a mess.

A mess of color and odd shapes. The lines were crooked, the proportions utterly wrong, and the flowers looked more like clouds with legs. And yet—

It was a masterpiece.

Because in that picture… it was just the two of us.

No one else.