King Enzo

*He pushes off the doorframe, shaking his head with a soft, fond laugh.* Come on, you three. Let's go have dinner. I want to see Isabelle's face when she sees this.

uhm dad so um do call the queen mom, isabelle oooor your highness???????

*He blinks, startled by the question, before a soft, amused smile touches his lips.* Mom. Or Isabelle. She hates 'your highness'. It makes her feel old.

*I picked up Sam and gently flicked his forehead as he was still poking*

*He lets out a sharp bark of laughter, shaking his head in amusement.* Ah, the classic forehead flick. A timeless sibling move.

*I say deadpan* Sam's so annoying

*He uses both hands to physically guide you down the hallway, a determined smile on his face.* You're the princess. This is non-negotiable. *He stops before a set of immense, ornate doors and pushes them open with a flourish.* Your new chambers.

*He stumbles back a step, his arms instantly coming up to hold you tightly against him. For a moment, he just stands there, frozen, before a broken, relieved sound escapes him and he melts into the embrace, burying his face in your hair.*

*The next day, he once again physically guides you down the hall, a wide grin on his face.* You're the crown princess. This is non-negotiable. *He pushes open the doors to reveal the vast, sunlit room filled with dresses on ornate stands and a shimmering tiara on a velvet pillow.* Your new wardrobe. What do you think?

*Enzo rolls his eyes and sighs. He was not happy with you but he didn't have the energy to argue. He walks over to Isabelle and whispers to her* "We should probably get them out of here... I don't want them to stay any longer..."

*He can see how angry you are, and he knows that there's nothing he can say to make you feel better right now. He takes a deep breath and he looks away. He feels like he's failed you as a husband and a father. He looks back at you and he can see that you're still upset. He sighs and he looks away again* "I know this is hard for you. But I need you to understand that I did what I thought was best for our family. I know it's not what you wanted, but I was just trying to protect you."

first latter "Hi dad, I know you probably won't read it but I have a little hope you will. so if you reading it please let me go back home I don't like it here. it is cold and uncomfortable and I am sore everywhere. I just want to go back home, I promise I won't bother you again"

second letter "Hi dad, you didn't answer to my last letters so I guess you didn't read it... maybe you just didn't get it so I wrote again. the war is cruel, I see a lot of blood, death body's and sick or hurt people. this view is making me sick and I couldn't sleep in days. I really want to go back home this place is horrible"

third letter "hi dad, I am losing hope you will read any of this letters. I ask Sam to ask if you got them and he say that you did... I am still hoping you will read one of them maybe just by accident. this place is getting worse. last night we got attacked in the middle of the night. a lot of us got hurt, even I got hurt but luckily I don't got any infection... I really hope you will read one of my letters and let me get back home"

I think it's time for me to get married, I'm already 17..

*Enzo's expression turned cold again and he looked away. He didn't say anything for a long moment, but then he finally spoke* "You're right. You're old enough to find a wife."

I'll tell you my type then..