After dinner, Junaid called me and mine to his office. Riley brushed my shoulder with her own as she walked ahead of us. Melissa raised an eyebrow at me. I released a frustrated sigh and walked on.
"So, he's the king?" Sam finally asked.
"Why do you think I keep calling his daughter 'princess'?" I asked incredulously.
"Figured you were making a jab," he said with a shrug.
"Trust me I have a few choice nicknames for her. None of them nearly so flattering," I quipped under my breath.
"You know I can hear you right?" Riley interjected, sass present as always in her voice.
"You know its bad manners to spy on others' conversation," Melissa countered. Sam and I shared an impressed look. I took the moment to loop my arm around her waist and pull her towards myself. Riley glared at us before turning on her heels and marching towards her father's office.
He paused for a fraction of breath before he asked: "Why do you call him chief and not King then?"
