Fiona wiped off the sweat on her face, as she sank to the ground. "Phew!"
She was mandated to cut a portion of the grass at the palace's backyard. She had woken up since the break of dawn to cut it, and now, at noon, she's finally halfway done.
She smiled, admiring her efforts before her mind finally wandered to her father. She doesn't know why, even after she clearly saw the documents in her father's room that evening, something still tells her that there's more to it than they eyes sees.
Although, she can't bring herself to fully vouch for her father, considering the fact that she had seen the evidence herself, and he didn't deny it, she can't help but think..maybe he wasn't totally guilty?
If at all, her father had sold the country's secret for money, why had she never seen traces of the wealth?
Would her father really lied to her all these years?
One part of her believes he wasn't innocent, and another part of her mind disagrees with that fact.
