Again, without bothering to turn around and look at me, he answered. "Well, for the ball." A ball? There was a ball going on? I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to search my mind for some answers. "I'm gonna need more than that." And like my words finally got to him, he stopped searching as silence filled the air. "Oh you don't know," He said, turning to face me for a second. "We're having a party soon. A ball, that is." Oh. Yea I wasn't very familiar with that.. "We- we are?" He turned his back on me again, continuing his search. "Yes. We need the witch that did the cliona curse. She is the only other person that knows about the connection between your father and Jessica. She knows the full story." He explained with speed I had trouble following.. Right. I should've guessed that it would be connected to something like that.. Amelia probably asked for it? "And a ball is a perfect opportunity for getting her to answer our questions." I stayed silent for a few seconds. He was speaking like he was programmed. "So you're throwing a fake ball?" I shook my head slightly, uncrossing my arms. Screw that, he has no clue if the witch would even show up. "Besides, how are you so sure she'll come?" He stopped for a quick second, still not bothering to turn around. "Why is everybody saying that," And then he just continued looking through the desk, while I was left with frustration building inside me from just watching him not even pay a spark of attention to explain properly. "She will come." What was he trying to do? Did he really think so random witch knew the truth more than my father did? Was I supposed to trust whoever this person is? I kept quiet for a few seconds, looking for words to explain why he was wrong about this situation.. And I tried the easier way. "I don't- There's no need for a ball, Christian." I tried being as clear as possible with my words, just wishing that he would drop the subject and let me handle it.. When I'm ready to. But he didn't get it. "Well I can't get her here without a specific occasion." Again, his words were almost mechanic, still going through some papers on his desk with his back turned on me while I did my best to keep patient.. Even though I was trying to lose it. "No, just- Can you just look at me for a second?" He turned around almost as if he was trying to give me enough to prove my point before he would continue his search. But he had to listen for once. This was not his call to make. "I don't want you to bring her at all." My voice came out serious and certain, trying to make him see that this was no joke. I watched how he seemed to finally focus on me, how he furrowed his brows and went serious. And I knew.. I knew that this was going to be a damn long conversation. But how was I supposed to explain that the truth scared me the most among all things? How was I supposed to tell him that I was only fearing the pure reality, and the only thing that scared me was changes? I hated changes. I couldn't stand that. And now my whole life was being turned upside down. And the only thing I wanted was.. I just wanted to hold onto it for a little longer. If what Amelia and I saw in that vision was true, then the truth will come itself. I just.. But I refused to chase after it. I couldn't explain it, but I just needed a break from all of it. I was desperate for a break. I hoped for some understanding, but it was Christian.. He did things the way he thought they were right.. No matter if those things were not his job to fix. And perhaps I loved that side of him.. Just not about everything.. Not about everyone.. Not about me. He had to let me.. Let me fix what was wrong with my life. And I couldn't let him get that involved, or rush me into something that could mean a ruin to not just me, but my whole family as well.. And I needed his understanding. I was desperate for it. Christian's POV Perhaps it shouldn't have.. It shouldn't have shocked me and surprised me when she said that she didn't want to meet the witch. Of course she would trust her father more than a random woman. But it was our only choice. And I was there to help her. I was trying to, while she just looked at me with those wild eyes and said no. She didn't want to meet her. I let the confusion take over me. She took me by surprise. In that moment, I could not wrap my head around her words. "What? Why?" I managed to find words to ask, searching my thoughts to find where she gave me any sign like this before.. I watched her turn around in frustration and walk on the other side of the room, almost as if she was trying to make some space between the two of us. "Because, I just,-" Looking back at me, she stopped herself, seeming surprised from the seriousness on my face.. From my demand for answers. Her tone sounded harsh, almost like she was trying to make me let it go. "I don't want to know." I heard some desperation in her voice.. It only confused me even more. We discussed this so many times. What the hell was she talking about? I crossed my arms over my chest, seeing her following my moves.. Searching my face, how I frowned in an even bigger confusion, looking on the side in disbelief. A second passed. Two.. She was unbelievable. "You don't want to know?" Bizarre. Ridiculous. That's what she was acting like in that moment. I could not believe my own ears that she said those things. It was like a completely different person. And I demanded answers, just to make sure I heard her right the first time she said it.. "You don't want to know the truth about your family?" And she snapped, proving me that the princess had in fact yes, changed her mind about whatever reason it was.. Perhaps she just decided not to trust me anymore.