In Palma's private tent...

"Do you have a three?"

"I'm afraid not. Go fisherman."

"Tch..."

Yona carefully picked a card from the neatly stacked pile.

"Do you have a six, Yona?" The girl asked with a cheeky grin.

Yona let out a breath as she handed the girl her card. "How did you know?" She mumbled.

The girl quickly shuffled her cards around and threw four matching cards to the ground as she rejoiced. "Hah! Full house! I win again!"

"Nooo! I lost again!" Yona wailed.

"Let's play again." The girl suggested.

"Again!?" Yona blurted. She shed a tear as she watched the girl reshuffle the cards for the sixth time.

Just as the girl was about to hand out the cards, She was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You two seem to be having fun."

I know this voice. She thought. When she saw who had come, she lept into their arms.

"Father!" She yelled.

"Have you been well, Palma?" He greeted her as he swung her around the room.

"Good day, Sir Graham." Yona greeted.

"Good day, Yona." He replied. He gently place the girl on her bed.

The girl glared at him as if she were expecting something. Noticing this Graham awkwardly took the item he had stashed out from within his coat pocket. "Don't read too much, Palma."

When she saw the big brown book in his hand, the girl immediately reached out her hands. Her eyes where fixed onto it. "Don't worry, Father. I'll be sure to get at least four hours of sleep."

"Excuse me! You should be getting at least eight hours of sleep a day!" He nagged.

Ignoring him, the girl flipped through the book with excitement.

"I heard you visited the chief."

To Be Continued...