"A mission?"
Aylin mumbled in a puzzled tone, looking up towards the direction of the golden throne where King Richard was sitting gracefully, tilting his head and his face was resting on his hand.
His golden eyes were focused on his little princess who was the apple of his eyes. Aylin was very dear to him as he barely let her go far away from his eyesight from the day she came into the palace. In the last three years, the father and daughter relationship improved a lot. Aylin used to call King Richard 'Father', most of the time except for the courtroom.
