[Ivar had invited his father over to the mansion to meet his granddaughter. He'd pampered Winter a little more than was necessary during the morning to make sure she was in a good mood. He didn't want her accidentally draining her grandfather of life force because she got into a cranky mood. He dressed her up in a unique onesie complete with a little bow for her white hair. The whole outfit complimented her pale skin and red pupils quite well.
When Ragnar arrived, he had Winter sitting on his lap, looking around her with mild interest. Ivar looked about as proud a father as he could possibly be.]
This is your granddaughter, Winter Istrid Regis Ivarsdottir.
[It was a long name for a little baby, but somehow, it fit her well.]
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When Ragnar arrived, he had Winter sitting on his lap, looking around her with mild interest. Ivar looked about as proud a father as he could possibly be.]
This is your granddaughter, Winter Istrid Regis Ivarsdottir.
[It was a long name for a little baby, but somehow, it fit her well.]