238 Shy

Atlas shook his head, ''That girl is not ordinary. She is his daughter. He will wake up from his grave to get your head,'' the man sighed. 

Aleister's frown turned deeper, understanding it well that he was talking about 'Esme' when he said 'that girl'.

''Stop looking at me like I am losing my sanity, will you?" Atlas walked towards the window, ''Go to her when you want but meet the court members before you leave. As noisy as they are, they will feed themselves with my head if you disappear just like that. Come back with her. The thought of a daughter and tiny children playing in this castle is much more enticing than just having a brooding son around.'' 

Aleister glanced at the man's back doubtfully, wondering if he was playing some tricks, ''Whose daughter is she?" he asked the question that was lingering in his head.