She was supposed to hate you. You were the son of your father's nemesis. She was supposed to fight you, and you were supposed to fight her. But you didn't. Instead, you started a secret entanglement, secretly meeting.

Tonight you lay in your usual hotel bed. She told her mother that she was staying with friends, because her father was too smart to believe her lie. She laid on your chest, fiddling with her fingers as you ran your hands through her hair. She looked up to you slightly and spoke

"Should we tell my family? They'll find out sooner or later."