COLDEN’S POV

A big smile was on my lips while I was holding my painting. It was a complete happy family: me, Eira, Angel and Neve Eiro. Although I did not see Angel in reality, according to Eira’s explanation, I drew her with her features.

“I wish I chose love over power. Maybe now, I have a wide smile like yours.”

I looked at my back. My smile became small when my eyes laid to my father. I walked to him, lowered my head and gave him a kiss on the back of his hand.

“How’s your family, King Ice?”

“Better. Getting beyond better.” My face showed light.

He tapped...