Laurence sighs as he sits down on one of the stone benches in the garden, smiling down at his daughter, who looks up at him in return, cooing softly. "I don't know if I'll ever like the idea of anyone else watching you, Dawn." He chuckles before looking up, hearing footsteps approaching him. "Halt! Who goes there! State your name and business in approaching the king!"
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