"I never thought of the King of Abetha as my father. He never treated me like a daughter, and I never had a single memory of him showing fatherly affection to me. To me, he's more a name, a title of a person, but never a father," she said without a change in her expression, as if she was narrating someone else's story. "Does that disappoint you?"
She merely felt Drayce's arms tightened around her, silently encouraging her, telling her everything was fine.
Her voice broke as she continued to speak.
"I know there must be a reason why I was treated differently. I'm no longer an ignorant child. I understood that he wanted me to keep me hidden but…but could he not show me he loves me as his daughter? Even if secretly, even a little, could he not show that I am of some importance to him?"
As she reached this point, her voice started to quiver, as if she was trying her best not to cry.
