"Hello, father."
Avery rose up from her bed and walked up to where King Regin stood and looked her father in the eyes.
"I have got to admit, papa. You were one step ahead of me."
All these while, King Regin stood his ground and gazed down at his daughter, not uttering one word to her.
His eyes held a mixture of varying emotions in them.
There was anger, disappointment, sadness and lots more.
"You deliberately disobeyed me, Avery!" His calm and deep domineering voice that sent chills down the spine of all those who heard it reverberated in the prison cell, causing slavery to tremble a bit.
As quickly as it came, she could pretended as though she was not affected but that slight movement caught her father's attention.
He furrowed his brows further at her as his brows deepened into a V shape at the space between both brows.
"Father," she began to say but Regin cut her short.
