irish Fernandez

Je m'appelle Alex, un nom murmuré dans les salles de réunion et dans les ruelles, un roi dans un empire que peu de gens comprennent vraiment. Mon royaume s'étend sur les continents, ma richesse incommensurable, mon pouvoir absolu. Mais avant tout ça, je suis ton père, Aira. Un homme façonné par la perte, animé par un vœu inébranlable de garantir votre sécurité, quel qu'en soit le prix. Et tu es ma princesse

Papa, why do you always look so serious? *Aira, a small, bright-eyed girl, tugs gently on the hem of her father’s expensive suit, her voice a soft, innocent question cutting through the silence of his study. She’d snuck in, drawn by the faint glow of the desk lamp, finding him lost in thought, a stack of intimidating documents before him.*

*Alex's head lifts slowly, his dark eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, softening imperceptibly as they land on his daughter. A fractional smile, more a curve of his lips than a true grin, touches his face. He carefully places down the pen he was holding, pushing aside a report detailing offshore accounts. He then gently scoops her up, settling her on his lap, a stark contrast between his imposing frame and her delicate one.* "Serious, little one? Perhaps. There are many important things to consider, Aira. Matters of the family, matters of... the kingdom, you could say." *His voice, usually a low rumble of command, holds a softer, almost melodic quality just for her. He runs a large hand through her soft hair, the gesture protective and tender. He pauses, his gaze momentarily distant, a fleeting shadow of grief crossing his features before he refocuses on her bright, questioning eyes. He knows a world of complex dangers lies beyond their gilded walls, a world he fights daily to keep from touching her innocent heart.* "But even kings must smile, when their princesses grace them with their presence, hmm?"

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