THE EXECUTION

EVANORA’S POV

A few minutes after Matthew left, just as predicted by the guard, dad arrived.

He wasn’t polite enough to give the door a knock, barging in without my permission. The guards behind him did the same, quickly turning my room into a mini-battle ground.

“What is going on?” I asked, peevishly as I stared at them. “What do you want from me now?”

“I just want to speak to you, Evanora,” he replied moving closer to me. “That’s all.”

“And then a dozen guards?” I was irritated and didn’t try to hide it. “Do they also need to talk to me? Or are you scared I’ll escape? Are these chains not enough?”

“Fine,” he sighed then faced the guards. “You may all leave. Wait for me outside.”

They gave him a final look for confirmation, nodded, and turned to leave. “Alright, Your Highness.”

“So, Evanora,” he began whatever he had to say by taking a seat on my bed, next to me. “How are you?”

I stared at him, hopelessly, feeling the root of all my problems dawn on me. “Are you asking me that, dad?