Lost In Thoughts

Iris' POV

Arthur had just left the kitchen. He said he wanted to get something, and would be right back, so I decided to wait for him. I sat there in thoughts the moment he left, and even when I tried not to think about him, I couldn't.

He was a really nice man these days. The first time we met, he didn't talk to me for a while, but these days, the care I received from him began to change my heart towards him.

He seemed like an excellent person who wanted nothing but to protect me, unlike my dad who left me in the face of danger.

My father left me to die, not caring if I was his seed.

I thought of every time I had spent with Arthur, and I couldn't, he'll, but thank him for everything he did for me. He was a good and well composed man who cared about nothing but my health.

My memory began to recall the times I spent with my father, and the only thing I saw there was the fact that he hated me so much.

He had blamed me for so many things, allowing my stepmother to maltreat me like a sla