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 Starr Marie 
                          
Alexei lays curled up in my arms as I told him the story. 
                          
Moreover to the reasoning of why I told the story... I did it solely for the benefit of both Angelina and Alexei. I didn't really understand Angelina's situation and I won't make it look like I do, but in some sense or form... I felt as if I did. 
                          
I remember seeing the expression on her face once she realized that it was more to the story than just a lost horse— it was her. 
                          
Even after all our history, altercations, fighting— what ever the hell you want to call it... I wanted nothing more but to help her, patently. 
                          
Part of me knew I wanted so desperately to help because I didn't want to break up that parent and child relationship that I so lack. I mean— the next time my dad calls... it'll be for me to take the title. 
                          
Which is fine with me.. but a relationship with your parents is far more greater than what you'll be called by people who don't even know or in my defense.. don't even like you. 
                          
To others... I'll be their Queen. Heir. Boss. 
                          
But to the imaginary parents I created in my brain... I would be their daughter. Baby. Angel. Beautiful. Sweetheart. Darling. 
                          
But in this life time, I was none. 
                          
That thought made me want nothing more but for Angelina and Alexei to grow and benefit from each other positively. I believe they both should be in a safe environment for their sake. 
                          
I glance down at Alexei as he lays on my chest. His sleepy eyes began to struggle to stay open. "Are you sleepy?" I ask him. 
                          
He nods his head slowly, yes.
                          
"Do you mind?" I ask, not really knowing what I was asking. She nods her head yes. 
                          
She began pushing me towards the kitchen door. I kick my leg out to avoid bumping into the door and waking Alexei up as he so helplessly fell asleep upon me. 
                          
As soon as the door open, I see Damon and Leah standing before us. He doesn't say a word so I return Leah a confused expression. She just shrugs with a sly look on her face.
                          
Damon eyes shift to Alexei then to Angelina. "I'll take him if you don't mind," He oddly offers. As if my expression wasn't too welcoming from my shock of his gesture, he implies to help again. Only this time, it was meant for me. "I'd like to help if you don't mind." 
                          
His eyes break from mine, as I loosen my hold on Alexei. He glances over at the very quiet, but perceptible Angelina. Again, she nods her head yes. Though she doesn't make eye contact with Damon, as if she feared he would hurt either of them if she disapproved of his kind gesture. 
                          
I slowly positioned Alexei into a position where Damon could easily pick him up. Damon slides his hands under Alexei's sleeping body, holding him up to his chest. 
                          
The way Damon fulfilled this tasking with impeccability became the moment that I was shooked by Damon's skills. Knowing that Damon was a man of many skills, graceful acts was not something I would imply to others for Damon, other than me of course. 
                          
More specifically... I implied that because many people have a hard time with nurturing children. Damon on the other hand... was not like other people, and he did it as if he's done it thousands of times. 
                          
My eyes follow Damon as he slowly places Alexei on the couch where Grayson once laid, unresponsive.
                          
I felt my attention shift to the fact that I have yet to check on Grayson since earlier. Damon walks towards us and stands before me, crossing his arms just after he straightens his suit. I bite my lip waiting for his response of me being insensitive to the fact that there are people who will be waiting until I become queen. And if I die before that, whose going to take all those helpless souls into their hands.