MALIK looked really offended. I bit my lower lip. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It will be dinner time soon. Let’s go home now. So, how was your first war? Did you win?” He asked when we entered the carriage.
Home. Coming from Malik, that sounded so naturally. The instant he uttered that word, it made me think of the Castle people who would all greet us in the garden with a happy face when we come back, people with genuine interest to ask us about how our day went. When I was young, Nanny was the only person who did that for me. Nevertheless, I was still excited to come home to see her and be asked by her because there were lots of stories that I wanted to share. And she was always eager to listen. Just like Malik and the people in the Castle. They always make me feel like my stories are
