6.My Daughter

Ava's POV

"What are you two doing here? I told you both not to approach the meeting room," Daddy interrupted with his typical authority.

As William continued to stare me down, a sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach.

I remembered how my Dad had embarassed me publicly when I was little.

“Why aren't you in the house?” He had yelled once.

“What are you doing running around these woods?” he had scolded another time.

“I thought I asked you not to do that? Why can't you listen to your father and obey?” he had shouted again a few years ago.

I thought he'd eventually stop but here I was now, being humiliated in front of a lot of people—in front of William for that matter. I flushed red, feeling embarassed for myself.

“I'm sorry Daddy, I shouldn't have come here,” I tried to calm his anger.

He ignored my apology, still angry from my disobedience. "Don't you know yOi shouldn't enter this hall during a meeting, young one?” His voice boomed throughout the hall.

“I'm sorry Daddy,”