As the days go by, my patience’s begin to ware out. My father was quite upset when I got home looking the way I did. He waited for me at the front door until I arrived home. When I stepped into the castle, he was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” he told me making me look down in shame. “Where were you?” he’d ask. I shrugged. “I thought I saw someone spying on me in the forest and I wanted to go check it out,” I explained. But he did not accept this explanation. Apparently, Stephan was very angry when I did not return. He didn’t even wait a full five minutes before retuning to the castle, claiming I ran away from him because I am a spoilt brat. My father explains that Stephan is requesting a second date which I strongly refused to acc
