King Salvatore.
The housekeeper brings West inside and I rise on my feet. She is my little girl who takes the face of Katherine, her late mother. I open my hands towards her, hesitating as to whether she would hug her father. Softly, her lips curve into a smile and she walks into my arms.
I embrace West and place a kiss on her cheek. Being a
“Do you hate me? Do you wish I was dead?” I ask, glancing into her blue eyes.
“Never. Why would you think that?” West asks,
“Because you didn’t want to speak to me.” I say.
“That’s because you lied to us.” West says and I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Why are you so pretty? Do you have a boyfriend now?” I ask and she rolls her eyes.
“No. I know you hate boys.” West says.
“I do. You're becoming prettier everyday. Prettier than Ciara.” I say
