'How could you be like this, father?'
The rumors that she went to see different men every night must have been more than what a father could bear, but her father was more curious about her relationship with the crown Prince than... his daughter?
Ara glanced at her father she felt a stab to her chest. She wanted to deny what she'd been thinking, and she wanted to ask him directly.
'Do you really care about me?'
She had always came after Henry and Anne, but she had always believed that her father loved her too. For once, she wanted to feel his warmth as a father, to make him proud and make him smile but...
Maybe this were things that would never happen no matter how much she went back in time.
"Arabella!" Richard snapped when she wasn't answering.
Ara quickly put herself together, she'd practiced what to say to him in the mirror a countless time. She began without a slightest choke.
