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Chapter 6

I was on my way to have my afternoon tea in the gardens with Deacon when something collided into me from the back. I turned to find it was none other than the child I was avoiding.

"Owwie…" she said while rubbing her head.

I didn't sense her until she ran into me. At what speed was she going to be colliding into me with that impact.

Curious…

I could hear a snort from a certain retainer of mine and cast my attention to him and he was doing his best to hold in his laughter.

I ignored him and returned to staring at the child in front of me. it seemed that she had realized that she literally ran into me and was frozen. She looked like she had her brain was working in overdrive to her next course of action.

What an amusing face a five-year-old child was currently making.

"Deacon"

"Yes milord"

"Bring her along"

Her face screamed terror as she paled at my words and was about to turn tail and run when Deacon had already picked her up.

I began walking towards the garden when I hear Deacon speak to her.

"My apologies milady for the way I will be introducing myself. I am Deacon Obelius Caspian. I am milord's secretary and butler." I could feel him smiling from the tone of his voice. I glanced back to see the child blink her large blue eyes before tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Sheh-ker-tari? Bart-ler?" I blinked for a second at her attempt at saying the words before snapping my head to the front. I can't help but think how cute she looked!

"Yes milady. You are very bright." Again I could feel a smile in his tone and his eyes on my back, mocking me.

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All in all, from what I can assess my daughter so far, she is an odd one. Unique but odd. I've been giving her the same gaze I give my subjects whenever they come with requests to their problems. Usually the reaction I receive would be one where they tremble with fear, their eyes never meeting mine. However, this child of mine is staring me dead in the eye with a curious look unaffected with the mana intimidation I've directed at her.

In fact, it looks as if she has a protective barrier that shines brightly while keeping her safe. Though I do see her glancing at the banquet of desserts laid before her with sparkling eyes. Such a curious specimen before me.

"You…"

Her eyes snapped back from the pudding to me. It was rather odd to find another person staring me straight in the eye aside from Deacon and my knight commander. Not only that, said person is my five-year-old daughter who I've been doing my best to protect by avoiding her.

"Do you know who I am?" curious to know if she is aware in who's presence she is in right now made me ask that question.

She tilted her head in that manner I assume she does whenever she's thinking. I counted…

One… two… three. Badump… four… five… six… Badump

I was about to tell her to forget the question when she said

"Papa?" Badump. What is this feeling? I was still processing the first time my child calls me her father and rather **cough** cutely **cough** at it too made me feel warm and fuzzy until I heard an idiot stifling his laughter.

Unconsciously, my powers seeped out dangerously but more so towards a certain squid. I was contemplating whether or not I should swallow him into the shadows and finally be rid of his annoying presence when,

"BLACKIE ARMS!" She burst out with her arms flung up in the air with excitement and eyes sparkling with stars. The annoyance I felt a moment ago disappeared as I tried to make sense what that child said.

"Black… arms…?" what black arms?

"Uh-huh! You has same blackie arms behind you like Luna!" I was about to ask what she meant by that when all of a sudden a powerful rush of mana surged from within that small child and black tendrils of shadow manifested from her shadow and formed into nine black tails on her bottom, swishing around as though it was a part of her. As though it was a real, living tail.

I could feel my eyes widen in shock but Deacon had his mouth hanging low unpleasantly.

She had an enthusiastic look on her face as though waiting for some sort of praise.

"My words… Deo, to think the child you didn't want… Could manifest her powers into physical form" Deacon said in disbelief, some of his hair springing upwards in sync with his emotions at the moment. Totally forgoing the honorifics towards me. Not that I care as I myself was still in some sort of shock.

"Interesting…" it was all I could muster as many things run through my mind at the moment. How long has she been able to use her powers? How long has she been aware? Can she control the shadows well? To what extend is her control capable of? How long before her mana depletes?

Almost immediately as the last question buzzed into my mind as though answering me, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed from mana exhaustion. Before she could even hit the floor, Deacon had already caught her in his arms.

I had no need to worry because Deacon was already casting a healing spell over her

"She is just exhausted from the excessive use of her powers without proper control and used up her mana. I will return her to her room to rest milord." I looked at him before moving my attention and looked at her with calculative eyes.

"No." He seemed like he was about to protest when I moved to pick her up gently and held her securely in my arms. Deacon's face looked like a gaping fish with how his mouth was opening and closing from me holding my daughter.

"I will place her in my room to rest. You prepare her a room near me in the main palace and she will be moved there permanently. Inform Linette regarding this matter. I will look after her until everything is ready."

He looked at me for a few more moments with his gaping fish expression before he sighed exasperatedly but a smile dawned on his face.

"As you wish milord." And with that he disappeared

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Perhaps the sight of me carrying her is too unbelievable and mind blowing as every servant I passed by had the same expression as Deacon had previously. A gaping fish expression. By the time I reached my room and closed the door. I leaned against the door before snorting while doing my best to not laugh in fear the child in my arms would wake.

Willing my humour to go away, I gently laid the child in my bed before tucking her in. I dropped myself on the chair next to my bed and sighed exhaustedly.

Slowly, I propped my elbows on the bed and stared down at the sleeping face of my daughter. The thought slowly sunk in me.

This is my daughter. My five-year-old daughter. The daughter I avoided for the past five years of my life. To me it's just that. Past five years. But to her it has been her entire life so far.

I sighed again for the hundredth time that day and stared at her again.

Her black hair that glistened under the light that was so similar to mine yet not. Upon closer inspection, her hair has a slight blue hue to it. Her neat brows, cute nose, slightly round cheeks and full lush lips. She looked so much like her mother that it was almost painful. Even her eyes when awake shone brightly like Phoebe's.

I reached out to touch her hair but stopped a touch away. How can I act like her loving father now when I've done nothing for her since the day she was born? Protect her by avoiding her? I snorted at my own words. How foolish. I literally threw her into the lion's den.

I palmed my face and grabbed a fist full of hair in frustration at my failure. She's as light as a bag of bones! Her cheeks aren't as round as children her age should be! What had transpired within the Claude palace to make her awaken her powers to an extent?

In my anger, I didn't realize I was letting my powers thrash around dangerously until I heard her whimper. Sobered, I reeled in my anger and powers and kept them under a tight leash. I was about to get up and leave. Me being here would only make me think of unnecessary things and cause more harm than good.

"Papa…" I froze. No I must leave before I falter here.

"I'm scared. Don't leave me papa. The darkness is scary" she broke into sobs and immediately I felt my resolve crumble into dust as I turned as fast as I could and slowly placed my hand on her head and caressed her lightly.

"It's alright. I'll protect you. Papa will protect you Luna" as I continued to caress her, her sobs became quieter before she peacefully slept and her breath evened out. I gently wiped away her tears and smiled softly at her.

"Yes… Papa will make sure to protect you… With you by my side."

I wasn't aware of how much time passed as I moved to hold her tiny hand gently when a light knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Come in."

It was Deacon and he entered swiftly and softly closed the door when I placed a finger on my lips indicating to be as silent as he could, afraid to wake Luna.

"Everything has been prepared milord." He said in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. I nodded my head in approval.

"However, there are some things that needs to be addressed to at the moment Deo." He said in a more serious tone.

I turned and raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"The servants from the princess' quarters would like to be moved here as well. Linette is waiting for you patiently in your office." As soon as those words left his mouth, I had to use every fiber of my being to stop me from going into my shadow phase and destroy everything in my path. I had to remind myself that my daughter was within the room.

After taking several calming and deep breaths I walked out the door and headed to my office.

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