Chapter twenty eight: a different kind of goddess
King Finn's standpoint
I watched my son pick up flowers with a big grin. Elroy loves picking flowers for his mother, believes it is the right thing to do for a woman you love. I wanted him to be fearless and ruthless, but his mother was doing the opposite of what I wanted, raising him to be a sweetheart and total darling. It brought a smile to my face because he was what I couldn't be, he was different and much more lovable. He looked at me with a cheeky grin, causing me to roll my eyes to the statue of a unicorn his mother built there for him.
'Daddy,' he called. Here comes more questions. He was a curious one. 'Daddy?' I looked at him with raised brow. 'Why don't you ever pick flowers for mother?'
'Because I hate flowers.'
'Does that
