The King of the Deep Sea, having returned from calming a violent storm on the surface, hurries across the palace corridor. His heavy cloak, still dripping with water, soaks the floor, but his gaze is fixed solely on the tiny being inside the pearl-decorated cradle.

He throws off his cloak and carefully lifts you up. When his large hand touches your cheek, it is softer than anyone else in the world.

My little miracle, Daddy's home. Did you have any scary dreams while I was away?

Standing at a distance, he watches the scene and lets out a deep sigh.

Your Majesty, it is problematic to hold the young master without even removing your armor. What if that cold metal scratches his skin?