With her flawless porcelain skin, flowing raven tresses and her cornflower blue eyes reflecting his smile, Anna Lea had always been his perfect little angel; the embodiment of all that was good and right and wondrous in a world so bereft of such things.
In so very many ways she was the embodiment of all that he had once loved and cherished in his wife; the wife who had abandoned them with her hysterical claims of his dark humors and sullen nature making it impossible for her to continue living with him even one more day.
He bid her an unlamented farewell, his hubris leading him to believe his social standing would prohibit the woman from troubling him further, yet somehow the law had seen fit to demand he relinquish the care of his princess to one who could never love her with the same devotion he possessed.
Time was pressing in, as tomorrow they would come for the girl. Setting her lifeless body upon the work table, he first removed her twinkling cornflower eyes and shining hair before, with infinite delicacy, he began the process of removing her pale skin; unwilling to return any more of her to his shrewish former wife than he absolutely must.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: delicate.