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~Kiva

I walk through the manor doors, shoulders back, chin tilted up.

The guards stare in wonder and confusion, making to say something, but I wave them off. I don't want a fuss.

"Get my father," I tell one of them.

The nod, rushing off toward his office.

It's early evening and I'm finally returning home. I spent my entire childhood in this home, and now it just feels vast and empty, void of everything that once pleased me.

Ark and I spent the whole day coming up with a plan for tonight. I've come here to find evidence of what Ark has alleged.

Not even a minute later my father is rushing down the stairs toward me.

Only a day ago I would have rejoiced at seeing my father. I may have felt overcome with emotion, grateful to have been freed from the rebels.

Now, I feel nothing but repulsion.

"Father," I say, trying to sound relieved, although it comes out rushed and a little rehearsed.

"Kiva...oh my baby, you're home." He ushers me into a hug, holding me close. I let him, fighting the urg