Page 35 of Daddy King

I think anything can pose a danger to her. My instinctive nature demands that I take care of everything for her while my parental quality mandates me to make sure Mina has the best of everything to prevent the baby from harm.

Mina takes her other hand from behind and shows me what she’s been hiding.

It’s my crown.

Pure gold holds the status of wealth and power, sharpness has a flare of the immediate type of danger that only a king has the ability to hold on his head. Rare jewels littering around the golden crown with polychromic cuts that offset the propriety of the gold.

She holds my title in her little hands, and I would let her keep it if she would smile like an angel.

A question arises to me, my crown is kept under lock in my main office with a heavy security system.

“How did you get it?” I raise an eyebrow, not one bit upset at her actions.

She bats her lashes at me coyly and I’m proud at how far she had gone. Months ago, she was this shy and meek little girl, and slowly, she keeps her timidity with a new determination in her eyes that she will be the best wife she can be with her own crown on her head while she rules beside me.

“Are you mad?” she asks me instead of answering.

“No.”

I watch her breathe easily and her melodramatics is too adorable. She waves her hand for me to bend down, and I bend my waist to let her set the crown gently on my head, she had to tiptoe since we are so different in heights.

She watches me with bright eyes, smiling happily as I straighten up. Her neck cranks up and hums gleefully with small giggles.

A crown of status and my casual attire causes a dissonance.

The clothes that I went to see the councils are more casual than a suit; just a simple black shirt that stretches over my wide body and pants with a pair of boots, it’s an attire that isn’t suited for a ruler, but what I look like has no impact on my performance when I shoot down ideas to strengthen our nation.

Being a king doesn’t mean I have to dress formally all the time.

Some plans have merit and I leave them to the side to look at it later, but other bullshit ideas get tossed back to the speaker’s face.

She nods proudly to herself, “Daddy looks the best with his crown.”

I admire her glowing beauty with the weight on my head, my heart kicks up with a sweet hum purring in my chest. I cradle her cheeks and take in the love from her gorgeous blue eyes, I rub her plump cheeks and a noise escapes her throat meekly.

“Daddy, kiss me,” she whispers.

I press our lips together, innocent and light. She breathlessly mewls, fisting my shirt as I devour her lips heatedly. I pry her sealed lips apart, pushing past the defense of her pearly white teeth to curl my tongue around hers. Pulling a moan from her, I rub her back gently to ease the pain she feels since she begins to show through loose shirts.

Our lips separate, and she goes back onto her feet with me balancing her while she drunkenly smiles. Sliding the crown off my head, she curiously peers at the object and then back at me.

“Daddy?”

“It looks better on you,” I rasp, thunder rolling in my chest.

Dropping the crown on the top of her head, it sits firmly on her head and she laughs sweetly to slightly graze the hardness of the cuts. The golden color fits with her black hair, contrasting with her blue eyes that remind me of the jewels stamped into the gold.

“How do I look?” she cocks her head up while holding the crown on her head to prevent it from falling back.

“Perfection,” I say.

She puckers her pink lips, silently asking for another round of affectionate kiss. I give it to her without complaint, Mina gets a bit greedy in kissing when she pulls back multiple times just to smooch my lips longer the next time.

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” she asks teasingly on my lips.

I answer without another thought, “Yes.”

She didn’t expect me to say that and stutters nervously, “I-I was just kidding, Daddy.”

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