Vesta's tired body sank into the soft cushions of the sofa, his muscles finally relaxing as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. The departure of Desmond and his soldiers from the room brought a wave of tranquility, leaving only Vesta and his daughter amidst the fading tension.
Yet, just as Vesta began to savor the fleeting calmness, he turned around and beheld his daughter, her gaze lost in a distant reverie. The sight pierced through Vesta's heart, instantly unraveling the situation. He sighed, a deep understanding washing over him. "Come here, my princess," Vesta spoke tenderly, his eyes conveying a mixture of affection and concern.
