He kept staring at her. If only she would apologize and tell him the reason! He would understand, he would help her. But… her eyes were cold and full of scorn as if he was a mistake.
"Yes, you are! But my daughter is not." The cold reply raged her further as she scoffed and looked away. The carriage was filled with silence again except the random questions of the young girl when she saw something interesting from the window.
"Are those apples on the tree? But they are green!"
"Yes, they are precious. Apples can be red, yellow and green. I will give you a green apple to taste when we reach the palace." he offered, for which she smiled and leaned on his chest again.
He handled most of her questions with the same smile making Cassey confused and hurt.
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When the carriage stopped in front of the large palace, it was already past midnight. The girl was sleeping on the broad shoulders of her father.
