We entered, my eyes fell upon Zaniel and his parents- ‘he does’. Oh my God. He lives here as well.

Sending daggers at Prince Sir, another woman around Sir's age smiled at us nervously. Before I could comprehend their faces, especially the detest making me almost faint, a screeching voice came.

I looked up and saw a six year old girl with long blonde hair and glimmering sky-blue eyes, adorably running in our direction.

"Papa!" She yawped.

The constant grimace of Prince Sir's face faded and curled into a grin, bending on one knee and holding his hands out with an exhilaration as if he had found holy grail.

"Sky!"...