"Mother, give me your trust. I'm sure Father'll return safely," Catallina whispered in a soft voice, while her hands tried to provide warmth to her trembling mother.
The cramped meeting room bore witness to the anxiety engulfing the mother and daughter's hearts. The round table in the center of the room seemed to hold the secrets of countless conversations. Rows of chairs surrounded the table, giving the impression that each chair held stories and decisions that clashed with each other.
Catallina and her mother, Aralia, sat in one of the chairs, isolated in their world, waiting with suppressed hope and creeping fear. Aralia, the strong and wise queen, tries to maintain her dignity even as worry leaps into her eyes.
