"Papa, why did you go against the King's order?" I asked, as soon as he stopped the car, in front of the house, and he let out a sigh. Falling back into his seat, while looking down at his wedding band, and I shifted, wincing at the pain.
"Because on your first day back, I would like you to greet your mother, and sleep in your home. The King may have complaints about my decision, but I will take care of it. You are my daughter, which means that you are my responsibility." He spoke and I let out a sigh, reaching for the door handle.
"I'm glad because I would have escaped if I had the energy." I smiled while getting out of the car, letting the spring breeze ruffle through my fresh t-shirt and jeans, that someone handed to me, to not worry the Duchess.
