Triton's POV
"My favourite brother," Lucy squealed in a bubbly voice. She pushed me aside and entered inside, as though the room was what she came to see.
"Father has been trying to get to you. He thinks you don't want to see him." She was now seated on my bed, running her hand through the sheets and scattering what I had just arranged.
Lucy was my sister, younger than me by five years and always had her way of annoying me.
She stood up from the bed and walked to the shelves by the corner, pulling out their contents.
"You don't have any snacks in here," She sighed, before returning to the bed.
"If father sent you to convince me to see him, tell him I'm not going."
"He didn't,"
I gave her a firm stare with a raised brow, obviously knowing that she was lying.
"Fine, he told me to convince you," She confessed. "What has father done to you? Why don't you want to see him?"
