Author's pov,
As she saw the emotionless face her inner self was terrified .... The war maniac stood before her, Even though she has seen tons of crime thrillers, psycho documentaries from a very early age.... Sight of blood didn't seemed terrify her anymore whereas her peers fainted at it.... But seeing that person she lost control of herself for a moment.... Still she mustered up the courage .. she has read the full book in a hope that the villaness would get the justice...
Rose's pov
That face is something that can even make the Emperor pee in his pants...
But I have grasp the opportunity to live, if he by any chance notices I am not his daughter.... I....dead for sure....
I lifted my hands towards him with great difficulty and smiled towards him,"Papa carry me..."
Then he came closer to me taking me up on those big arms of him and I snuggled in his chest....
Like every war maniac father... The Granduke also has a very soft spot for his fragile... Yes in his eyes... His fragile daughter....
Or why would he still carry a full grown woman like a five year old child....my calculations were perfect... ðŸ˜,I would have lost my head if it was wrong....
I calculated it from one of the scenes that after the divorce Grand Duke used to cry in Rose's arms every day for hours that how much he loved her mother yet he couldn't keep her with him by his side... And she used to comfort him listening to all of sorrows.... Even during the execution he requested to be executed first because he couldn't stand his daughter to be killed infront of him and there is nothing he can do...
"Good Morning,Papa", I kissed him on cheek....he stared at me straight as if I did something unexpected
And WTF 😱, why is his ears red?
Don't tell me he is blushing...
Even though he loved his dear daughter... But they were never intimate because Rose was always a tsundere type ( describe a person or character who swings between emotionally hot and cold, in particular when dealing with a love interest. Especially used to describe someone who is usually cold or cranky but occasionally shows a soft, kind, mushy side/pasted from Google)
And I think my sudden act broke him 😅,
But I have to continue it...
I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Papa, I am hungry... let's go to have breakfast...hehehe"
I know how to control this type of person afterall my real father was someone like that... If you see him he seems like a very strict person... But he has always spoiled me and pampered the way that no other fathers would do their daughter...
Thinking about this reminds me of him.... How will he react to hear the news of my death...Was mother able to console him enough... Who will take care of them.... Those hyenas would tear them apart... And him what about him... All these things bought tears to my eyes... I want to go back to my parents.. my world...
I came back to world with the feeling of the warm hand wiping my tears and while staring at me by those same eyes my father had... and I teared up more clinging to the panicked grand Duke I cried my heart out...