The Great Black King

Chapter • 49

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent.

The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'.

I sighed.

I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.

I wrapped myself in the scarf and finished braiding my hair, a fallen braid and half loose to the side.

When I got to Loren’s room, Calisto was already there, lying on the bed next to the child; he had a dark leather book in his hands.

"Asra" the little one called me "you came! I said daddy!"

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Your father said I wouldn’t come?"

Calisto opened his mouth, but thought better and then smiled.

"Just