Atarah
"My father must be worried sick." I said, clenching my eyes shut. How irresponsible can I be? Leaving him alone? I had cooked him dinner before leaving but I also told him I'd be back by midnight. And knowing him, I knew Father wouldn't have slept the whole night.
Ansel chuckled, holding my wrist as he gently tugged on them, making me look at him. He was smiling. Ansel sometimes really confused me. What did he find funny in this? Fear is the last thing I want to give my father in this age. But Ansel was still smiling. The person who somehow found every little situation serious was smiling now.
"Do not worry, Atarah. I had sent two of my guards to your house yesterday to inform your father that you're staying in the camp with me." He said, making my eyes to widen as I looked at
