He tucked her into the large, canopied bed gently but tightly, the woollen sheets enveloping her in warmth. The redheaded girl was small, around six, although the look on her chubby face made it obvious she was much more mature than her bodily state told. The man had emerald green eyes, and he wore a fanciful uniform fit for a general.
"Why must I go to bed when the others get to stay awake for the ball?" she asked, although it wasn't in childish frustration. Rather, it was in genuine curiousity.
"Because, Lizzie, you need sleep. You would still be down there if it wasn't for me, but you are much younger than anyone in the ballroom and therefore need more sleep," he answered, pecking her on the forehead.
"Don't call me that, git!" she whined, puffing her rosy cheeks out. He smiled as he pulled away, thinking her face was adorable. The young girl yawned, icy blue eyes tearing up, and she turned over. He watched over her long after she fell asleep, observing how she subconciously hugged the white kitten doll he had given her, which she said she did not care for. In this way, the two began to grow closer, starting on that night.
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