As I looked at the letters, they look like they'd been re-arranged. Hu... Maybe my father hadn't completely left that day? Or had snuck back in before we'd moved the box down here? Or had that Claudine girl really came but didn't reveal herself. Taking the pile of about I'm guessing fifty or so letters out of the box, I placed the box down on the floor next to the night stand and snuggled back down under the duvet, and placed Erics arm back around me. Call me crazy but I felt safer!

Letter number one.

I hope Mrs Stackhouse is reading this to you my darling daughter.
Happy FIRST birthday my precious princess. I'm so, so sorry I can not be there to celebrate such a special day but thing's aren't good back in our homelands.

When you are old enough to understand I promise to tell you everything.

I hope you enjoy the bracelet I have created for you of the aurora's Northern Lights. It's something that can stay with you forever, as each year your little wrist grows bigger, the bracelet will expand just for you. The sky has many interesting qualities about it. I hope to show you it in person one day.

I love you so much,
Love from,
Your father.
Niall

Letter number two.

Happy Christmas my princess.
Each letter I write to you it pains me every time, because I wish I can hold you in my arms, as i look over our kingdom. You're brother's don't understand my moods, at certain times of the year. I am sad because I'm missing my only daughter's firsts of everything. I hope the Stackhouse's are filming things for me to see you grow, I'd asked only this from them.

I have decided to create a special pendant for you to match your bracelet, which will grow with you as you grow older. Again I hope Mrs Stackhouse is reading you this. I have been told you spend a lot of time at the farm house, more than with her son and daughter in law. So I have everything delivered to her. Everything's made so only you can open and no damage can come to our letters.

I love you and think of you every day. I have you close to my heart always.

Happy first Christmas,
Love from,
Your father,
Niall

I felt like crying, I think I was, I'm not sure. SHIT! This is going to be harder than I originally thought.

Letter number three.

Happy second birthday my love.
This get's harder every year we are apart. I still remember holding you in my arms, and seeing your little blue eyes open for the first time. You probably don't understand any of what Mrs Stackhouse is reading to you. I just hope you understand that YOU ARE LOVED.

I love you more than anything in the world. It is true what they say. AS much as I love your brothers, a father's love for his daughter is different and special. You are my only Princess, and it pains me I can not raise you myself. That you can not be apart of this life yet.

I love you so very much, please always remember that.

I have made you a ring to match the necklace and bracelet I have made you myself.

Love From,
Your father,
Niall.

Letter number four.

Happy Christmas Princess.

The palace is lit up with colourful lights, a huge tree and lots of decorations. I wish I could show it to you, and see your little face lite up, upon seeing all the pretty lights. This year you probably understand a bit more of what's going on in the world.

I wish I could be there to see you, to hold you, and show you the magic of Christmas myself. Yes even we fairies celebrate the beauty that's the Christmas holidays. Christmas is everywhere in every religion, in every community, in every family someway or another.

I have decided last minuet to make you a snow g

lobe of the tree in our home. So when you are older and can understand more of this, hopefully it'll make you feel closer to home, to me.

Love from,
Your father,
Niall.

Letter Number five.

Happy third birthday my Princess.

You must be walking now? I haven't had a young one in so long, your brother's are much, much older than you, your father has lost track of a time line of a baby's movements and moments. I miss you so very much. I want you to always remember that.

For your third birthday I have created a sky tear drop ring that will again, like the others, grow with you. I wanted you to have things from me, that has been made and only touched by my hands. The sky's part of our world. I bottled the clouds, and placed it inside.

I love you so very much.

Love from,
Your father,
Niall.

Letter Number six.

Happy Christmas Princess.

It's these times when families are surrounded by families that it really hit's me hard, you and your mother aren't here by my side as you should be. I had to really stop myself coming to you, and stealing you away and take you back home with me. Your brother who recommended the Stackhouse's to me, made me stop. He's the only one who knows about you.

This Christmas I have made you a matching necklace to go with the sky tear drop ring. I hope the Stackhouse's are treating you well. I love you very much, don't ever forget that.

Love from,
Your father,
Niall

Letter number seven.

I can not believe my little Princess is four already. I'm missing so much, but it's worth it to keep you safe, and away from danger. I can't be one hundred percent sure but things have changed slightly here, the air feel's different. I just don't want to jump too soon. So we are waiting to see where things go.

This year I have created a special cloud soft toy for you, that will only make the sound of my voice, when you are alone. No one else will hear me but you. As you grow older, I wanted you to have something that will hopefully make you feel closer to me, rather than having letter's and gifts from someone you haven't ever met - that painded me to right this part.

I hope the Stackhouse's are throwing you a party like one you would have here.

I love you very much, never forget that.

Love from,
Your Father,
Niall.

Letter Number eight.

Happy Christmas Princess.

My Sookie, I can't believe next year you will be five. The years seem to be flying by which kind of gives your father peace of mind. IT means that times moving faster, so the quicker things go, the quicker I can be there with you and bring you here, by my side where you belong.

I am just thankful you've met at least one of your brothers. I can not reveal who that is just yet. It's given me peace of mind over these four years. To know at least one of us has been around you sometimes. This Christmas I have made you another cloud, but in the shape of a necklace. Women like jewellery right? So I figured I can't go wrong with these and as you grow older, the best thing about our kind, is it'll grow with you. Something you will have forever.

Love from,

Your Father,
Niall

Letter Number nine.

Happy FITH birthday my little Princess.

Five! You would have been shown off to our people today. A big celebration! As part of an important family, we do things slightly different here to where you have grown up. My little girl five! I still can't get my head around it... I may or may not have snuck into the Stackhouse's woods, to try and get a view of you. Your father found it hard to stay away this time! Things have quietened down somewhat over here so I didn't feel my presence would create any danger to me being here if only for a couple of minuets. I did get to see you from a distance, you look very much like your mother and I a perfect balance of the two of us, I thought for second your little blue eyes found me. But it must have been my imagination. I love you very much, never forget that.

This year I have created you a little jewellery stand, that'll expand with every new piece you get. It can hold up to fifty pieces. I will create you another one when you are older, hopefully I'll have you by my side by then.

Love, from,
Your father,
Niall

Bloody tears. I have a vague memory of that. I remember feeling something a five year old me couldn't understand and hearing a voice I wasn't familiar with briefly inside my mind, a feeling one never really forgets, but shoved it to the back of my memory box in my head. No one believed me that day either! I'd completely forgotten about that, until this letter triggering the memory.

Letter number ten.

Happy Christmas Princess. Another year has gone by so fast. I can't believe my little girl's going to be six next year, it pains me I'm missing out on seeing you grow up, and I'm so thankful I got see you from a distance this year. I hope the Stackhouse's are still treating you well.

This year I have created you a stand for the rings I've created you. It'll grow with them, as you grow older, and your little hands grow.

Love from,
Your father,
Niall.

Letter number eleven.

Happy sixth birthday Princess.

I still can't believe my little girl is six. At least I still have one baby, your brother's are giving me grey hairs. I'm not sure I like it! I miss you and love you very much. If only they could understand why i act the way I do... well one of your brothers know! I'm very furious that (Adele - I know you are reading this) That boy got away with hitting you. He would have been punished if he was one of your brother's doing that to you. I almost came and took you away but he stopped me. You can trust Fintan baby girl.

I'm not sure if you've actually seen him, but if you do he's your brother. I know it's all confusing to understand and as you grow older, I'll explain more, I just wanted you to know that you have real family sometimes around you. I don't know how much involvement he and Adele have any more, I don't ask questions as i never really approved of it. I'm pretty sure she even knows this!

Be careful my Princess. You're telepathy must be apart of you now also. Telepathy is where you can hear other people's thoughts. This year I have created a replica of the chain and locket I wear around my neck of you and your mother. I have placed in it, a photo of me and your mother.

Love from,
Your father,
Niall

I didn't know how to feel, I felt a mix of feelings, hurt and anger directed at Adele. I no longer think of that woman as my grandmother. She isn't the woman she portrayed to me to be.

I felt the anger bubbling up within me from the very core of my being, it felt like the room started spinning, the angrier I got. I suddenly somehow found myself outside the farm house, at the bottom of the steps leading up to the porch.

How the fuck did I get here? What was that, that just happened?

This place used to feel safe too me, used to feel like home. But now... all I feel towards it is nothing! Except anger towards the old bat who lives inside it.

Thank god I'm wearing clothes, is all I'm saying. Taking a deep breath I place one foot on the first step and make my way up too confront the woman I once thought was my grandmother.