(From Blue's Perspective)
"Support his head," Dem said to Evelyn, who was holding Dion for the very first time. She and her family had come back today after the war.
"I literally have a daughter who is seven," Evelyn rolled her eyes at his brother.
"He looks so much like His Highness," Merrick, her husband said. He did not talk much, kind of like the duke.
"He has two eyes, unlike Uncle who has just one now," Ava, their daughter said. She had her father's brown hair even though her mother had shiny red hair. I heard red hair was a matter of very strong genes. Maybe, it did not work for everyone.
"That's rude, Ava. You cannot talk that way," I said.
About her moral studies, it was me who told her off about such things. Her mother did not care and even if her father cared, it was very little. He almost always just followed his wife.
"Sorry, Aunt," Ava said. She, at least, listened to me.
