*Zara*
I giggled as Briella babbled at me while I tried to brush her hair. Her wavy locks had grown to her ears and would quickly become unruly if I didn’t tame them daily and secure some of the longer wisps with butterfly-shaped hairpins.
“You have your daddy’s hair,” I told Briella wistfully.
My daughter just smiled and reached her chubby hands up toward my face, demanding that I pick her up.
“Alright,” I said softly, indulging the little girl and taking her in my arms. “You are getting spoiled, you know that?”
I told her so fondly, but I wasn’t joking completely. Despite the fact that the two of us were being held captive, Briella had a plethora of toys and children’s books that Malphas provided her with. I was suspicious of these gifts at first, convinced they were riddled with some dark magic but before too long, Briella started to become curious and get into things.
