This was inspired by a tumblr post! I'll link it here if I find it again.

    Malleus was fascinated by humans. Especially their young.

They were so... fragile. Soft. Weak. Yet so many of them grew to be extraordinary people.

He stroked the sleeping toddler's hair, smiling in contentment. Most children ran away at the sight of him; he simply looked too intimidating. So he'd naturally been worried when Lilia asked him to look after his human son for the day.

But Silver was either too young to perceive him as scary, or just didn't care. Nonetheless, he'd fallen asleep on the fae's lap, mouth slightly ajar.

Malleus hummed to himself. He had to admit— within the small amount of time he'd spent with the small child of man, he'd grown rather attached. Yes, anyone who dared mess with Silver would taste the wrath of the crown prince of Briar Valley.