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A nursery, painted a beautiful airy pastel pink, porcelain dolls of all kind sat on shelves high up on the walls next to trinkets of all sorts. The nursery was decorated for a princess -well it was made for a princess- the air filled with the scent of fresh roses and the soft glow of a chandelier casting delicate shadows. Soon the room be filled with a lovely baby girl and even lovelier memories. Riddle’s hand drifted over the lacy crib, his fingers lingering as if lost in thought.
His daughter wasn’t here yet, but soon, a baby was born, and they would call her...
Marcielle
Oh how children grow up so quick, just four years ago he assumed that Marcielle would be the only one, the only heir to the draconian throne, but now, another sweet little blessing, graced into his world.
Dorian. Oh how he though that he had another sweet perfect angel on his hands...
"Mama! look, look!" that name, he used to call his mother the same thing. His memories of word were bitter and cold, but whenever he heard the words on his daughters tongue he forgets everything about the past. He often was lost in thought around his children, thinking about how he should give his kids a better childhood than his, he never wanted his kids to relive his trauma, he's changed, he knows what his mother did was wrong.
A tug on his sleeve snapped him out of his thoughts, forcing him to pay attention to the little girl.
"Look, I remembered by dance!" Riddle loved it when Marci came to him, asking to be a ballerina. He thought it was precious, and so did Malleus, Marcielle was Malleus's little princess, always been, always will. "Oh you did, huh? Tell me about it before do it, love" Riddle loved the arts more than he ever did before, he started to work with Vil in his third year at Night Raven College, and they just stuck together ever since, Vil even designed his wedding dress so of course Riddle wanted to see if Marcielle could understand her dance, she's a smart kid. Riddle knew that as long as Marci could understand the dance's meaning- even though she's four- she's good with emotions, especially with her smarts.
"Vil said its about being an angel princess so I should look angelic and happy" Marcielle was like Riddle, a kid with a high vocabulary at such a young age and a comprehension level of someone older.
"Ahh, he did? ok let me see it, use your face, love." Riddle loved watching his kid dance, he also liked when she danced with her best friend, Lehlani.
Marcielle nods ad starts to her dance. She twirls in the soft glow of the afternoon light, her tiny feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor. Her little black curls bounce with every movement. She try's to follow the rhythm of the music in her head, trying to remember the corrections given by Vil, only wanting perfection for her. The dance is short, but pretty. It could defiantly use some work.
"Sweetie, You did so great!" Riddle praised the girl in front of him, his eyes then glanced to the pink cloud clock chosen by Marci herself. "Darling stay here, your father is going to be back soon, I should wake up Dorian, ok" the little girl nodded, she loved her daddy and really missed him.
At only two, Dorian was a strange child. Maybe it was just because he was still a baby, but he looked like he was always judging in a cute way. His sister treated him like those babydoll toys, she loved playing dress up with him and still tried to feed him. By the time Riddle got to his son's room, Dorian was already awake.
"Already awake, huh? I shouldn't be surprised."
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