"THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA, DAD. I ONLY HAVE ONE MASTER, and that's Sir Thorin Meelany. Not even over my grave will I ever recognize someone else as my Master!" It's a matter of honor.
He sighed. "It was his idea. He said that he heard you are a very uneducated girl who does not respect other authorities," everybody thinks the same of me. "And because of that, he said he would only teach you if you respected him as your archery Master."
"I'm going to skin this guy alive," I said way too loudly, and my dad chuckled.
"You have my mother's temper," way better than having my mother's.
"Thank you for the compliment. And I'm not joking, dad. I want to kill this guy. Who does he think he is? Why didn't you say anything, dad?"
I'm really annoyed now.
This fucker must have done this to humiliate me. Ugh.
