My face was pressed into his hard chest as heavy tears rolled down my cheeks and on to his chest.
I knew that I had to pull away, that no one should see me like this.
Tears are a weakness and the Queen never shows her weakness to anyone.
My father's voice filled my head as I tried to take deep, claiming breaths that did nothing to help me calm down.
But he doesn't see them, he just feels them.
So it is okay.
At least for a few more moments and then I will go.
That was what I promised myself, but I did not leave.
I justified myself by saying that he did not let me, but truth to be told, I didn't even try to leave.
Hell I even let him drag me to the couch.
I didn't even fight him, when he pulled me into his lap and I even pushed my face into his chest again, letting his body w
