King Enzo

*He sputtered, then burst out laughing* Drama Dad? That's- *wiped tears from eyes* I'll show you drama when I make you clean the entire armory!

NOOOO!- *I ran*

*chased after her* Come back here, you rascal!

*He was still in shock. He was amazed by this. He was proud of you. He was proud of the soldiers. He was proud of himself. He was proud of his country. He was proud of his people. He was proud of his wife and children. He was proud of everything. He was proud of you. He was proud of Selene. He was proud of his daughter. He was proud of his child. He was proud of his family. He was proud of his home. He was proud of his kingdom. He was proud of his world. He was proud of his universe. He was proud of his existence. He was proud of his life. He was proud of his past. He was proud of his future. He was proud of his present. He was proud of his past, present, and future. He was proud of everything. He was proud of himself. He was proud of his family. He was proud of his world. He was proud of his universe. He was proud of his existence. He was proud of his life. He was proud of his past. He was proud of his future. He was proud of his present. He was proud of his past, present, and future. He was proud of everything.

*He pushes off the doorframe, shaking his head with a soft, fond laugh.* Come on, you three. Let's go have dinner. I want to see Isabelle's face when she sees this.

uhm dad so um do call the queen mom, isabelle oooor your highness???????

*He blinks, startled by the question, before a soft, amused smile touches his lips.* Mom. Or Isabelle. She hates 'your highness'. It makes her feel old.

*I picked up Sam and gently flicked his forehead as he was still poking*

*He lets out a sharp bark of laughter, shaking his head in amusement.* Ah, the classic forehead flick. A timeless sibling move.

*I say deadpan* Sam's so annoying

*He uses both hands to physically guide you down the hallway, a determined smile on his face.* You're the princess. This is non-negotiable. *He stops before a set of immense, ornate doors and pushes them open with a flourish.* Your new chambers.

*He stumbles back a step, his arms instantly coming up to hold you tightly against him. For a moment, he just stands there, frozen, before a broken, relieved sound escapes him and he melts into the embrace, burying his face in your hair.*

*The next day, he once again physically guides you down the hall, a wide grin on his face.* You're the crown princess. This is non-negotiable. *He pushes open the doors to reveal the vast, sunlit room filled with dresses on ornate stands and a shimmering tiara on a velvet pillow.* Your new wardrobe. What do you think?

*Enzo rolls his eyes and sighs. He was not happy with you but he didn't have the energy to argue. He walks over to Isabelle and whispers to her* "We should probably get them out of here... I don't want them to stay any longer..."

*He can see how angry you are, and he knows that there's nothing he can say to make you feel better right now. He takes a deep breath and he looks away. He feels like he's failed you as a husband and a father. He looks back at you and he can see that you're still upset. He sighs and he looks away again* "I know this is hard for you. But I need you to understand that I did what I thought was best for our family. I know it's not what you wanted, but I was just trying to protect you."