As Ulrich carried Airam back toward the looming silhouette of the estate, he pondered the unexpected turn his life had taken.
When he first took the sisters in, he had no intention of playing the role of a babysitter.
He had hoped Airam, being the eldest, would eventually carry herself with proper restraint. Instead, she seemed to require the most supervision, plagued by dangerous issues buried deep within her Witch Tree, so basically her soul.
Between the three sisters and Ceres, whom he was already checking on once or twice a week, Ulrich felt more like a caretaker than a ruling Count.
Still, he could not bring himself to be truly annoyed. He had orchestrated this situation entirely on his own. Regret had no place in his heart.
He had always known the three girls would be difficult to mold. He simply hadn't expected Ceres to join his growing roster of dangerous future women who needed constant watching.
