"What did Duchess Glendora want?" Dariel turned to his daughter. For a while they both stood in silence. At first he had waited for Angelica to say something, but after a while, he remembered the type of daughter he had.
She thrived and silence and would comfortably stand here and continue looking at him without saying a word. Angelica had stood up as soon as her father entered the room.
"Nothing important father, she just wished to speak to me," Angelica responded. Telling her father what Glendora had said to her would be a mistake in the fact that she did not want Dariel to have any other reasons to be in a foul mood.
"Are you sure?" Dariel asked, he sounded like he did not believe her and truly he did not.
