Klaus could feel the sadness and anguish coursing through Anthony's body, as though the boy's emotions had spiraled out of control, breaking free from the calm facade he wore.
'It seems my daughter has found herself a good man,' Klaus thought silently. The thought lingered in his heart, but he would never speak it aloud, never. Or, at least, not in Anthony's face or presence. Some truths were better left unsaid.
Klaus had never expected Anthony to suddenly pull off a miracle, nor to produce some divine pill or artifact that could solve the problem. How could he? Even Klaus himself, a man far wealthier, far more experienced, and with resources Anthony could not even imagine, had been unable to help his daughter.
"It seems you truly love my daughter," Klaus intoned at last, his voice even, his eyes sharp.
