Chapter 113

[1750 B.C.]Loren's POV

I delivered a daffodil to Asra and also handed one to Uncle Asmodeus; Asra’s eyes shone brightly as she hugged and kissed me - saying that it was impossible to have a prince cuter and lovelier than me.

A part of me agreed with this, but it was to see the smile of Uncle Asmodeus that made me feel a little warm in the heart.

"You really made them bloom... made all these bloom" he said in a mixture of surprise and pride "how did it feel when he saw them so beautiful?"

"Happy" I said sitting next to him as Asra went out to fetch someone "they are the symbols of my egoism."

Uncle Asmodeus' fingers messed up my hair which was blonde, as blond as his at that time.

"Who let you be so cute, am? Am? I should squeeze you until you scream for help! 'He said with his teeth clenched and I laughed, laughed because I knew he wouldn’t do it - but that he was really in the mood.

"I know it’s your way of saying you love me, but be kinder