Carlton sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he gazed down at the seven young children clinging to him. He addressed them in a tone reminiscent of how he would speak to his loyal retainers under his command back at the Duke's manor.
"Listen up, little ones," Carlton began, trying to reason with them. "I need you all to release your grip on me for just a moment. Da... Father has some important matters that require his attention."
The children shook their heads in unison, clearly not intending to comply with their father's request. The girl who appeared closest in age to Malcolm stepped forward, ready to speak on behalf of her siblings.
"Daddy..." she began, pausing as Malcolm leaned over and whispered something into her ear. She nodded solemnly before continuing with newfound conviction.
"Daddy... my name is Helena, your second child." Helena stated firmly.
