Garrick cares for you

Alia stood at the balcony on the third floor of the castle, she watched the wind force the flowers to dance and wave, the beautiful smell of the earth after rainfall. It was a lovely morning in England, at least until her brother decided to ruin it for her.

Alia couldn't believe that he would do a thing like that to her. If he didn't trust her, then why did he accept her into his house and gave her a roof over her head? He was never concerned about her, he was more bothered about what she could do with the unicorn horn even though she had told him countless times that she didn't have it; it doesn't matter if her words were true of false, he should have trusted her but he chose to treat her like a thief.