Peter Rovski's POV
I have been waiting for my time to visit my daughter. It has been 25 years since we were not expecting another child. It has always been her brother, Eddy Rovski, to take the family business. But now, I have been missing my daughter so much.
"Your highness, we're here," my butler said as he was opening the door for us. I went with my wife as we have been missing her all the time. The time that we have missed during her first step, words and the love that we have not been giving to her.
"Thank you," I said before I took my wife by the hand as we were walking toward the front door. It was nice and all but something was amiss. And I don't know what it was.
"Sire," the guard said as he was greeting us at the front door. His face was pale. Was something wrong? Had something happened to Christine?
"What is it?" I asked as my wife was holding my hands tightly.
