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The royal Klein held her brother tightly to her chest as she buried herself in his thick fur and whined softly with immense happiness. No matter how rough his poor unused voice was, Belle felt it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. ”I’ve missed you.” Her voice was quiet and desperate, so many days she had yearned for his presence. He held her back and Belle became unsure where she ended and Hannibal began. She sighed heavily into his form, closing her magenta gaze and letting his scent wash over her. ”Do you have Banshee?” Belle nodded into his neck, but her mismatched ears swiveled behind her.

”Papa?” Belle allowed Hannibal free if he wished so that he might embrace his child. The Empress had done her best to encourage forgiveness of the babe’s father, but she understood the pain she suffered through. She didn’t begrudge any animosity either. ”Banshee..” She whispered as her magenta gaze fell on the child.