Duke Windsor's face froze even more.
Naive. Weak. Indecent. Unworthy.
Those four words could easily describe the human child in his king's arms.
However, her reaction to his power does not seem right. There was just something that was not quite right about the human child.
Thinking about this, his dissatisfaction and unhappiness towards the little human girl turned into one of probing and interest. It was as if he were a scientist looking at a living creature that he wanted to cut and dissect on his cold steel operating table.
As if feeling the old man's piercing and penetrating gaze on her, the little girl flashed a glare at the bad old man, trying to face her fear for what she thought was a few long minutes but was actually a few short seconds, before quickly pressing her face on Caius' neck.
She was most definitely not scared!
Although her heart did shake a little...
