WARNING: RECAP OF SHEILA, AND AUTHOR'S SELF INSERT. MAY SKIP.
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01: Playmate
"Greetings, my queen. My name is Sheilalev Kirsten Ortfalcon." A young girl said, wearing a purple dress filled with ribbon and frills. She bowed gracefully, with her blond hair fluttering a tad. Her eyes were identical with the man alongside her—a vibrant color of gold.
"Your majesty, this is my daughter, Sheila." Julian Ortfalcon says, picking up his daughter as he lets her sit in a chair stacked with few pillows to accommodate to her height.
It was a very sunny morning, filled with clouds that were analogous to cotton candies; chirps from the birds were music to Sheila's ears. Inside the palace's garden villa was quite a spectacle—there were red roses surrounding the villa—at full bloom. She adjusted her seat on the chair, and then halted when different kinds of sweets—cookies, cakes, doughnuts and some fruit tarts, appeared before her.
