“If I catch you dramatically gazing out over the rooftops one more time…” He said, with heavy footsteps on the stone behind her.
Eyes still cast over the metropolis and elbows on the balcony railing, Wren smiled as her father came to stand by her side. Before them the city was coming alight as the sky deepened to dark colors. Smokey arches and squares of light marking the inhabited noble tower and hovel alike.
“You’ll do what?” Wren teased back, smile still active as she took a deep inhale of night air; it was finally cool enough to deaden the acrid smell of her family’s distant factories.
“Tell your mother she is working you too hard.” Her father’s voice was light and flat as fine steel.
It got her to snap her chin to the side, a high pitched noise of protest in the back of her throat. “She’s not. I’m fine.”
“You hide away on balconies when overwhelmed.” He said kindly, now the one smiling out over the city. “Have since you were a girl. During loud parties, when your studies became difficult, to get away from overbearing parents.” Her father quirked the last words.
“Why have a study with a view if I’m not to making use of it?” She said and they shared the next smile. Wren didn’t refute his observation, nor the reasons she occasionally found herself staring out over what was quickly becoming her mother’s city. “I’m fine, really. Please don’t say anything to her.”
Her father paused and Wren watched closely. It wasn’t his place to create trouble between his wife and her heir, at least in regards to the business. However, the family’s well-being was entirely his province. Wren almost groaned when decision stiffened his neck and he nodded to himself. “Not yet,” he said.
Wren rolled her eyes, which earned her another firm look. Wren sighed but smiled when her father settled his large arms on the balcony railing too. Together they watched the city settle into its evening.