"That voice... Lídia? It's you, isn't it?" The King asked, still weak.
At that moment, Princess Lídia's vision unconsciously compared the memory of her father's face before his illness with the current one. In the old days, King Spelloyal used to have a handsome face, his eyes were dark, he had practically no beard and he had glorious brown hair, but now the old slender physiognomy was completely different. Even in the partial dark it was clear that his face was very thin and his gaze practically hopeless, except for the glow that resurfaced at the sight of his first daughter's face.
The princess could not hold back her tears. She knelt beside her father's bed and embraced him.
"I am here, father. I promise I won't leave you alone again." She said with a trembling voice. "
"Oh, my daughter..." murmured the King, who tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't because as he stroked her hair, as if she was still a child, he felt the warmth of her hand.
