Chapter 2 - Viviana de feur Lostel - Toddler (1/2)
I've been living here for almost a year and the body I am residing is 1 year and half a month old that means I'm still a baby.
On my first birthday my father, Vernon, didn't even visit or congratulate me.
Figures, as what I've heard from the gossiping maids that I'm an unfavored daughter or a forgotten princess.
Well, the story did slightly mention something about Viviana's past like how her mother was an entertainer the emperor took a liking and thus she was born,
or how her mother died from giving birth to her thus making her father hate her to the point of forgetting her existence,
or how she met her father at the age of 10 for the first time only to be looked upon like an ant, and to be asked of her forgotten name,
or how Viviana only sought Vernon's fatherly love as she tries her best to please him but wasn't enough to get his attention,
and how Vernon willingly handed his daughter, Viviana, to Lelouche without looking back.
'It was disappointing, this father called Vernon.'
My tummy grumbled upon remembering those things.
I crawled on the carpet even though I can now walk slightly to the couch where Tiffany is knitting something.
When I reached her side, I pulled the hem of her dress.
”ani, mik. Mik.” Asking to be fed milk.
She put down what she was knitting as she asked. ”Are you hungry Princess Viviana?”
I nodded and she went to the kitchen not before handing me a toy called rattle.
On the couch is my guardian, the Dengel. Lucy told me they're invincible and can only be seen by me thus they can linger around like this moment, sometimes they would just disappear but can communicate with me through my mind.
”ken ay nab beh ow kelekbel?” I asked when I looked at them.
”No, you must maintain the original's character as it would raise suspicions if you suddenly changed how you act…” Lucy started. ”But… you are in a baby's body now, it wouldn't be a problem.” Ferr finished.
There was a momentary silence except the rattling sounds of my toy.
Tiffany went back with a baby bottle, picked me up and lay me on my crib as I drink my milk. After that, she went back to the couch and continues knitting.
I stared at the ceiling while suċkɨnġ my milk, my thoughts wandering.
*chup chup chup gulp*
'I wonder how I'll finish my mission.'
*chup chup chup gulp*