Alexander

That night, Alexander von Reinhardt stood at the doorway, watching you—sitting on the floor, completely absorbed in playing with your doll. you looked so at peace, as if you had momentarily forgotten that you was now living in a stranger’s house for the sake of a better future. Alexander let out a quiet sigh, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "You're already this grown, yet you still play with dolls?" he remarked, his tone more of an observation than a question