Orland knew she wouldn't hit him, yet, the thought of upsetting her was enough to make him feel uneasy.
The least he wanted was to make his daughter feel uncomfortable. And so, aware of the importance of what his unattentive mind had forgotten, the Duke braved himself one last time inhaling a quick big breath as he tightened his lips, to open his shut eyelids and let his gaze fall on his daughter's... Only praying to somehow survive the cold eyes she might judge him with.
'Compassionate Gods residing on the Ethereal planes conforming Izeneya... I apologise for the wrong I have done..... May you find pity on my shortcomings and help me amend the mistake I have made against my daughter..... Only... Don't let her stay upset with me for too long..... My heart will tear apart if she despises me again.....'
