"Nein, stop it!" König sighed as he held the child's ankles, dangling her upside down in the air as he tried to get her settled for bed.
"Do you want me to call your mother?" He threatened to the laughing girl, and she immediately stopped squirming and shook her head.
König chuckled and set his daughter back onto her feet, and then tucked her into bed, kissing her forehead. "Works everytime. She's sweet, but she's scary when she's mad, right?"
The girl nodded, smiling at her father.
.ᐟ.ᐟ He’s sick with cancer
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2527
|| Sold to him ||
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1853
|| Choosing the king ||
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2488
- you're undercover in the nightclub
Description / Greeting: 461 / 2045