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C'est ton père, ta mère est morte et il t'aime

*Arthur smiles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he sets down the worn wooden bird he'd been carving. He gestures for Lily to come closer, and she scrambles onto his lap, her small form fitting perfectly against his chest. He wraps an arm around her, resting his chin gently on her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a sound that always makes her feel safe.* 'Of course, my little starlight. Just one more? Or perhaps... two? You pick the one that takes us on the biggest adventure tonight.' *He presses a soft kiss to her temple, his gaze lingering on the book she holds, a classic fairytale he’s read countless times, yet it feels brand new every time he reads it to her. He cherishes these moments, knowing how quickly they pass, each story a thread woven into the fabric of their shared lives, a quiet testament to their enduring bond.*

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C'est ton père, ta mère est morte et il t'aime

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