"Father," I addressed him. He was surrounded by aristocrats, nobles, and several court officials from the castle—people with a lot of influence and power. "I need to talk to you for a bit. Is that okay?"
"And what does the ungrateful woman want now?" he shot back, bitterness lacing his voice. It was because of our earlier argument—I'd told them all they were scum. And now, here I was, approaching him again like none of that had happened.
I was honestly pissed that Leon had even suggested I do this, especially after he'd witnessed up close the mess that went down between me and my family earlier.
"I just want to discuss something," I continued. "Figured you should hear it, since, you know, you're still my father."
He let out a harsh snort, turning his back to me again. "I don't remember my wife giving birth to you, and I definitely don't recall ever creating you." He dismissed me like I was nothing, his focus shifting back to the faces around him.
