I'm headed straight for the castle

Her heart was pounding in her throat. This was a new feeling, something she didn't quite understand. Yet she knew it all too well. It was fear, something she had long drowned. Fear made her weak. Small. Her mother had always preyed upon her weakness.

But standing here, moments away from seeing him once more, moments before she could show him how useful she was. Moments before he could reject her.. It terrified her.

But why would he reject her? He had asked her to come here, he wanted her to be with him. Wanted his daughter. Right? Yes, that's right. So she held her head up and an easy smile on her lips. Even though she curled her toes up, clenching them together, that was the only sign of her nerves. A sign her father wouldn't see through her shoes. From the feet up she was all relaxed and smooth. Like she had been taught.

Knocking twice before she opened the door she stepped into his room. Keeping her eyes from darting over the space she stared straight ahead towards him. Towards her father. "Good evening, I have arrived, as you requested." Her voice was even, perhaps almost even bored as she clenched her toes a bit tighter, keeping a giddy smile far away from creeping up her face.

Every nerve on her body was on fire. Every cell inside of her turned over, stopped doing what it should be doing. It nearly made her want to puke.

She had seen him.. once or twice. Never long, never alone. She knew he was her father, he knew she was his daughter and that was where the relationship had ended. He had no idea of everything that she had done for him. Every day she had gotten up and grabbed herself together. Every moment spend learning, reading, writing, understanding the world. In order for him to look upon her and see something more than a whore’s daughter. Something more than

a mistake.

This was a mistake, she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t. She couldn’t do this and she would dissapoint him. It would end with him leaving her behind, again. But this time there would be no second changes. There would be no.

Gritting her teeth together she looked him in the eyes and smiled. Fixing the mask over her insecurities and walked a bit more towards him, every stap casual, carefree. ”Mostly sandy.” Was her first reaction with a grin. ”But a lot quicker than I had expected. I must thank you for the excellent horse, it was swift and ever true. It led me straight here.” She nodded slowly. No more beating around the bush.

”As you had ordered me to.”