What Now, Prince?
Sashas teasing. She started to sound really sweet. Her voice got quieter it was almost nice. "Alright Father," she. She looked right at him. "I am here.. Tell me the real reason why you wanted me to come."
Shans face was different now. The funny look was gone from his face. It was replaced by a tired calmness. He looked at her not like a lord or even like her father. Like a man who was looking at time and thinking about how much of it had passed him by. There was pride in his eyes. There was also guilt and tiredness and something weak that was hidden under his calm face. Shan quietly pointed to the chairs that were, near them.
He told them to sit down. His voice was soft. He meant business. He wanted both of them to sit. There was something he wanted to say to them out.
