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Wriothesley with his tiny, chubby fisted baby girl who babbles loud and squealing when she spots her papa every time you bring her to the fortress for a visit, that the noise echoes off of the iron and metal of the place and everyone nearby knows that the Duke’s daughter has come to see him. The man who stands tall and sure, who is both feared and respected, blowing raspberries into the fat of her cherub cheeks when he greets her, holding her in his strong arms and making his rounds.

She grabs his nose, whacks him with her pacifier, and eventually falls asleep on his shoulder from all the walking he does, her little hand grasping the collar of his shirt and the smell of his cologne familiar and comforting.

The sweetest sight is when you make tea for your husband and walk into his office, seeing him asleep with the baby on his chest and his coat covering them both as they nap. ♡