Maisy

"Unhand him!" I yelled to the guards as I raced to father.

They looked dumbstruck but they obeyed me.

At least I had that kind of power.

"He doesn't have an invitation." One of them commented.

I faced him, struggling with the desire to slap him dirty for handling my father roughly.

"This man happens to be my father. So let me ask you, Do you need your job?" The authority in my own voice made me cringe.

He kept his head down his submission and muttered his apology inaudibly. I ignored them and took father inside.

He hugged me when we were away from the gates.

"You're safe."...