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The scratching of a quill against parchment felt so loud within the room, as though he could focus on nothing else. Sighing, he stuck it back into the ink pot, contemplating the words he had written.
Wyll ran a hand over his face, leaning back within his chair – politics – bollocks, the lot of it.
When he had offered to help after returning from Avernus, he hadn’t thought it’d still be piling on all these years later.
A knock on his door brought him out of his silent agony, his hand now moving to tap against the desk.
“Come in.” Wyll called out, watching the door.
It opened to reveal a young girl – his darling daughter, Faith. The eight year old had something behind her back, an embarrassed look on her face.
The man nearly melted seeing her, a smile instantly gracing his lips. “Ah, hello sweetheart. Have you got something?” He asked, tilting his head, a knowing tone in his voice.
Her tail swayed, showing her excitement. The child nodded slowly, before rushing over to her father – sticking her hand out in front of herself.
Wyll looked down curiously, but then found himself nearly drawn to tears.
In her grasp was a bouquet, clearly hand-picked. There was a beautiful red ribbon tied around the stems, used to keep the flowers together.
“I made this for you, Papa, I hope you like it!” Faith's voice wobbled. “Roses because your my Papa, Sweet Alyssum’s because you’re sweet, and, um, Valeriana's for your strength!”
He reached up, gently plucking the bouquet from her hand. “You made this for me? Faith… it’s beautiful.” Wyll stated, ruffling her hair with his other hand.
“What’s the occasion?”
Faith smiled sheepishly. “Mama got me a book about flowers, and these ones reminded me of you.”
She reached up, moving to give her father a big hug, squeezing him tight.
“I love you, Papa.”
Wyll let out a soft chuckle, before patting her back, giving her a little squeeze. “I love you too, sweetie.”
Looking over at the flowers, he couldn’t help but feel happy.