«If I told my father about you, he would have realised what was happening, and we wouldn't be here,» I point out. «You were so lucky I forgot to.»
«Yes, I know. I thought of it as a clue from fate. It was a sign to continue like this until being discovered.»
That's pretty messed up.
«Father, you weren't in the inn where Aida was waiting for us. Were you requested home for some important business?»
«No, daughter. I realised what had happened too late. I had a second audience with the King, supposedly after you two signed the certificate. I was ordered to come home and never interact with you.»
His black expression is a little scary. He's so infuriated and, in part, guilty, but it's not his fault.
I reach out to father's hand and squeeze his fingers.
«It's not your fault, father! I was the one being distracted and failing at recognising the plot. I was stupid!»
«You're not at fault either,» he sighs.
