❝ MOTHER ! ❞ The mere boy chirped, he ran into the room. ❝ Father said I could get a dog, that I can get a Guard hound ! ❞
“ Father did say that, did he? “
She cooed at the much excitable youth, her perfectly manicured hand moving down to run through those soft blond locks. Sometimes she thinks she has done right by him. That was not too often regardless.
“ Did he also tell you that you are entitled to take care of the hound yourself as well, ma chéri? ”











