Seline knew she was exposed, the burning rage visible in Vimdraolf's eyes was enough explanation. Her backward steps came to a halt when she hits the wall. She was cornered, her life hangs on a thin rope, if she survives this day, then it would mean because she wasn't destined to die yet.
A grey middle age average height man walked into the throne room with a baked bread in his hand and flour all over his clothes, some even got on his scanty hair. He walked in whistling out loud a melodious song, with a bright smile widely spread on his face, he was almost jogging as his legs lead him to his daughter without knowing what situation awaits him or his daughter.
Freezing on a spot all of a sudden, the bread drops out of his hand landing on the ground the second his eyes came in contact wit
