William grinned down at his daughter, then tapped his cheek to request another kiss. Annika complied as he repeatedly asked her for kisses. He looked at her little face, already so perfectly shaped.
There was no doubt in his mind that she'd grow up to be an exceptional beauty. Bards would sing her praises and write poems in her honour. She'd soon have dozens of suitors from across the continents vying for her hand.
But the thought of her one day leaving his side for the sake of a husband, started making William's chest ache. No wonder Leo was in such a foul mood these days, he mused. All he does is rub his beard and growl at everyone.
The more William thought about it, the more convinced he became that little Henry Devon might be a good match for his precious girl after all. At least Annika would then remain at the Islian court, and would also be blessed with the sweet natured Blanche as her mother-in-marriage.
