PRINCE’S POV

“So, what do you want me to do?” I turned to my younger sister, Zoey, who was nine years old.

She took after our father in looks.

I somehow don’t like it when she visits me—she’s a very annoying little rat.

She stared at me for a moment, then got up from her seat and walked toward me like a queen in her queendom.

“All you have to do is say sorry. Why are you afraid of saying sorry? It’s simple. S…o…r…r…y,” she literally spelled out the word.

I knew I shouldn’t have opened up to her about how I feel.

“Why must I say sorry? Can’t I...