Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik laughed at Christine's words and gladly met her hand with his, stepping out to observe the scene before him. What made him smile most was his son's song. He knew immediately that his son had composed it, though he did not know his son had begun composing, because his music sounded like his own. It was eerie yet beautiful in it's own strange way. Erik couldn't have been prouder in that moment of his own flesh and blood. "Perhaps we should wake up the young bride for her big day, huh?" He chuckled at the suggestion before kneeling beside his youngest daughter as she tried to find a dress. "Many to choose from, but only one can you wear today." Another soft laugh escaped his lips before he pointed to a dress hanging in the back of the wardrobe. "I don't know much about dresses, but I do fancy that one there. What do you say? It's your decision, of course." He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and smiled before whispering to her. "Did you sleep well last night?" Erik hoped that he and Christine's 'sacrifice' had been worth something, and that his little girl was no longer afraid.