Page 16 of Daddy King

I know many experts in psychology would disagree.

“Your brain won’t trick you into things that you don’t believe in, there are only logical senses for you to portray.”

Her life as a sheltered girl goes beyond the extent of pure innocence, she has no concept of danger when it comes to gut feelings as it is usually the more accurate one. Mina would help someone commit a crime and still think she is doing something good because of some lame ass excuse that tugs on her fragile little heartstrings.

Which is why I’m the man she needs in her life, she needs me to tell her that not everyone is truthful, and that they don’t have good intentions. More people fall into one of the categories of the seven deadly sins.

Looking into my own character, I fall into all seven.

“I thought you were this really scary man when I heard the rumors,” she murmurs, flicking the pages on the closed book.

“And now? What do you think of me?” I whisper deeply in her ear, she squirms with a shy giggle.

“Still scary.” Mina breathes, “The voice in my head told me I should stay away from you because you’re not what Helena said would be good for me.”

“If you think following the voice in your head is right, then why aren’t you fighting for your freedom?” I tighten my hold around her as emphasis.

“Because I know Daddy won’t let go,” she said, so casually too.

My little girl has no idea what she is talking about, but she seems convinced on her train of thought even though it has nothing to do with the book. Everywhere her thought processes went off track, she got one point right.

I’m not going to let her go, she will have to crawl out of my cold, dead arms.

She finds a new spot by turning her legs inside mine and loop her tiny arms around my waist, laying her head on my shoulder as she leaves the book on the desk.

“I know I’m not smart like Helena or strong like Daddy, but you can’t leave either. I can’t hold you, I have noodle arms.”

I’m not too unreasonable to not let her make demands, and this adorable order will be the one that I uphold alongside our wedding vows.

“I never plan on leaving you. Everything I own belongs to you.” I tell her, clearly trying to lodge in her mind that my choice to marry her isn’t an instantaneous decision.

We would stay marry for the rest of our lives.

That goes over her head as she crinkles her eyebrows, “I can’t take all of Daddy’s stuff, and what am I going to do with a horse stable? You have that right? Oh, and politics. No, no, politics scares me. It’s soboring.”

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about running a kingdom,” I remark plainly.

She nods, feeding my ego with her agreement. “See, Daddy is smarter, you know how to do these complicated meetings. I don’t look scary enough to get people to listen to me.”

My cheeky Mina thinks she’s going to get away with insulting me, “I look scary, is that what you’re going with, little girl?”

She ducks her head, ears red with embarrassment as she scratches my shirt. “N-no, Daddy is scary, but I like it. Like how you can look at someone with a death stare, but then you look at me differently.”

I lift her chin up, “How differently?”

“Like I’m a princess.” she meekly smiles, blue eyes rounding with shining naivety.

“B-but maybe I’m wrong.” Mina’s eyebrows curl insecurely.

I lean down, kissing the doubts away from her mind. I can guarantee that she has grown up with everyone telling her that a peasant girl will never be a princess, and she would be the ugly duckling soon to be abandoned.

It could explain why she listens and does with everything I say.

“My little girl, my princess, and my queen.”

Mina happily kisses me back.

Chapter Seven

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