"Alright, alright. Stop it. And you little princess, stop crying now. Okay?" Rana coaxed the little girl in his arms.
"But papa! Brother broke the doll you gave to me!" Femora said while tears are still falling from her round eyes.
"And papa will fix it for you. If I cannot fix it, then papa will just replace it with a doll that is more beautiful than your broken doll."
"...Promise?"
"Of course!" Rana said while running his fingers through her silky hair. "So stop crying now, okay?"
"Hmm." Princess Femora nodded before wrapping her arms around her father's neck.
Rana let out a sigh and patted his little daughter's back. Minutes later, he looks at his son who is trying to hide behind his mother's back. Rana raised his eyebrow and asked him to come closer. Though pouting, Prince Russel walked towards his father and stand a few inches away from him.
"Papa..." Prince Russel called him.
"Hmm?"
"Are you mad at me?" He asked.
