Archer sat Freya on the sofa while pulling out a bottle of Sia's milk that she had given him. He handed it over to the baby, who happily took it, causing a thought to cross his mind. 'Babie's seem a lot stronger here, or is it because she's my daughter?'
He couldn't help but smile as he made sure his little princess was safe by pulling out some pillows and creating a fort around her. She sat there looking around while drinking her milk as he sat back and waited for the empress to return.
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Freya's gaze locked onto her father's while drinking the milk, her tiny heart swelling as she felt the depth of his love in every gentle glance. His constant check-ins, his soft murmurs, and the way he adjusted her little blanket around her to make sure she was warm.
