"What do you think of my father, my lady?" Stellamaire asked, shifting his gaze away from Renzille's face and resting it on the table.
"Pardon? Oh, uh, well, he's an honest man?" Renzille answered, taken aback by the query.
"Why do you sound uncertain?" Stellamaire chuckled, his eyes twinkling with wonder and delight. "You're going to make me think that he did something to trouble you, my lady."
He actually did. Renzille thought, but on the outside, she was smiling.
"No, of course not." She lied, forcing out another giggle from her throat. "But he is.. Well, how do I put it without coming off as disrespectful? His Grace.. He just loves his children so much that he can come off as overbearing sometimes."
Stellamaire brightened up. "Really?"
Is this something a child should be happy hearing about? Renzille couldn't help, but let a genuine smile creep into her face.
In a way, Stellamaire and Renzille are similar, and she found that rather comforting.
