As Maxi walked alongside his maid, he noticed her discomfort—her tail was awkwardly trapped between the fabric of her uniform. He sighed and reached for the edge of her sleeve, giving it a small tug.
The maid, lost in thought, flinched at the sudden contact. "Huh?" she let out a soft noise of surprise, glancing down at him. Maxi, however, didn't react—his gaze remained fixed forward as he continued walking. She shook her head, letting the moment pass, and silently followed him down the hallway back to his room.
He remembered names. Emily, his daughter. Shy, kind-hearted, and too trusting for her own good.
Then there was his son-brave, sharp, and naturally skeptical of others, a leader in the making , but like an ember of flame, he needed to be cultivated right; otherwise, his sharpness could lead him to push people away out of suspicion, or his bravery could be taken advantage of because it doesn't matter if you're the sharpest or most suspicious man alive; people who want to ruin you and take advantage of you will always find a way to get through, especially if your suspicion and sharpness are purely out of nature, not experience.
Hopefully , both of them will stick together and learn on their own that blood is thicker than water and learn that thier unconditionally is way better then any other kind of love they can find anywhere else.
And finally, his wife...
Maxi frowned. His wife wasn't conventionally beautiful. She wasn't stunning or breathtaking. No, she had, cute-soft features, warm eyes. She had been around his height , and she tended to lower herself with the way she stood due to wanting to be as small as possible so she could hide behind him.
I think she said something the along the lines of, "I find comfort in your shadow." But besides all that, it wasn't why he loved her.
There was a long pause as Maxi truly started to think.
Why did I love her?
"Young Master… we're here. You can let go of me now."
His maid's voice pulled him from his thoughts. Blinking, he realized he was still holding onto the fabric of her sleeve. Nodding, he released it. She stepped forward, opening the door to his room, and he entered without a word, climbing onto his bed. Without hesitation, he grabbed the book he had left unfinished earlier, flipping it open.
The maid stood by the door. "Young Master, do you need anything?"
Maxi's eyes widened.
It was because she needed me he through slamming his book onto the fabric of his bed in shock.
The realization slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
"It was because she needed me."