When King Armen's and Cian's arrival was announced, both Seren and Martha stood up to politely receive them.
"How are you?" King Armen asked as he stood in front of Seren.
Though Seren was upset with her father, she could not disrespect the King of Abetha. When she replied, she didn't look at him, keeping her gaze fixed on the marble floor. "I am fine, Your Majesty."
"Won't you even look at me?" King Armen asked.
"This subject dare not disrespect Your Majesty by looking into your eyes," she replied.
His voice softened. "I am here as your father."
"Sincere apologies, but I am not sure what Your Majesty is referring to," she said coldly, still refusing to look at him.
King Armen silently stared at his youngest daughter. That head full of long red-brown hair, that small fragile body… He closed his eyes for a moment, and nobody saw the chaotic emotions he hid behind his calm mask. "I understand."."
